everything i wanted
warnings: death, angst
word count: 1k
i wrote this a few years ago so i’m sorry if this is crap, this is some old fanfic pieces from my wattpad😭
Billie
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"I had a dream."
"I got everything i wanted,"
"Not what you'd think,"
"And if im being honest,"
"It might of been a nightmare,"
"To anyone who might care."
Alex and I sang in unison as I played the guitar to the beautiful song.
"Thought I could fly,"
"So I stepped off the golden,"
"Nobody cried,"
"Nobody even noticed."
I look over at her as we sang together. Those beautiful brown long locks, adorable dark brown chocolate eyes, puppies would have. Her face was shaped perfectly. Amazing curves I would put my hands all over. Freckles scattered around her face. Not many but they're still there.
That body is mine.
That girl is mine.
Alex is mine.
My girlfriend..
As I was singing to my song I got quieter and quieter. Until I only heard Alex sing and she has a beautiful voice. The one problem is... she doesn't think she's all that, but she is. She is to me. That's all that matters. She thinks very low of herself. She noticed I stopped singing with her so she stopped herself.
"Why'd you stop? I sound like a freaking cow by myself."
I frown and let go of the guitar and put it beside me. I gently grab Alex's face with my hand. I pull her in for a sweet kiss.
"You do not sound like a cow. You sound beautiful, baby. I mean it."
She looks down and sits back.
"C'mon let's go cuddle." I gently grab her and pull her to our room. We have a small apartment together with 2 rooms and a bathroom. One room is our bedroom and the other is empty.
I find myself depressed when I walk into that room. I don't know why.
We cuddle up on the bed. With her head on my chest as I pull her in my arms and play with her hair. I find her presence very warm and relaxing. It's like I can't ever get myself away from her. When I'm with her all my problems wash away like the ocean. Pressure. Anxiety. Stress. Tour. Social media. It all goes away when I'm with her. Just like that.
Now I didn't ever take drugs or will ever take drugs but with Alex, it's like she's my drug. I can't get enough of her. She makes me want to go crazy. She makes my heart go flying out of my chest. She makes me filled with so much joy and happiness.
She's definitely my soulmate.
And with all of these thoughts running around in my head. I just fell asleep. Holding my baby.
Billie's dream
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I see a coffin. It looks like some sort of funeral.. but.. no one is there. I look at the name.
Billie O'Connell
2001-2019
... I died.
And no one came. Not even my brother, Finneas. My mother.
Not even Alex.
The love of my life. My soulmate.
How did I die?
I get pulled into another place. I look around and see the golden gate bridge. With the waters beneath it. I suddenly hear sniffles and turn around.
I see myself. I'm crying. I look where I am and I'm dangerously close to the edge of the bridge.
No.
I try to yell out for myself to not do it..
But I'm too late. I see myself jump off. I remember back to my funeral.
Did no one care when I died?
No one helped me.
No sympathy.
No one tried to convince me that I shouldn't have done that. Not even Finneas.
I fall to my knees and cry.
And cry.
Nobody cared about me.
Nobody cared that I died.
Am I meant to die?
Suddenly I get pulled out of my dangerous dream and see a new scenery. I enter Alex and I's apartment. I wipe my tears and look at our bedroom. She's not in there. I look at the empty room.
It's not that empty anymore.
The walls were painted a pastel blue. A wooden rocking chair in the corner. A gray circle carpet in the middle with stars. I look to my left.
I see Alex. Her long wavy curls were now cut into a short wavy bob. She turns around.
She has a baby in her arms.
She rocks the baby as she sings songs to it. The crib beside her was painted a nice soft gray.
We didn't have a baby.
Did.. she want to have a baby with me?
I get closer as it doesn't matter. She can't see me because it's just a dream. I realize it's a boy. I look up at Alex. Her facial expression was the most cutest thing in the world. Smiling down at the baby as she giggles at the baby's cuteness. Her face changes within a couple of minutes. Making me change my mood.
"I wish your mama was here to see you. I bet she would have loved you. So much."
Was this.. my baby?!
I shed a couple of tears staring at the precious baby in her arms. It sleeps peacefully in one of his mother's arms. He had brown hair just like Alex. His cheeks were an adorable version of Alex's. He was almost as pale as me. This baby that possibly doesn't even exist is making me have mixed feelings. I don't know how to feel about this.
I had already fallen in love.. but why did I always feel so upset when I walked into this room?
I guess maybe it was just because I was missing something. This baby.
"I love you so much, baby." She looked away from him and shed a tear.
"I love you too, Bil. I always have and I always will." She whispered.
"I love you too, Alex." I whisper cry. I reach out for her but it's impossible for her to reach me.
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I jump awake in a sweat. My hair's a mess and I'm hyperventilating. I look around the bedroom and find that Alex was sleeping peacefully beside me. I calm down a bit and fall back, trying to calm myself down. That was definitely quite the dream.
Alex flutters her eyes open and stares at me with a smile before slightly frowning, "You okay, bil? You look like something just happened."
"I'm okay. Just had a.. bad dream.. I guess."
"Okay." She rubs my shoulder and kisses it. I try to pull her closer to me. I wrap my arms around her waist as we stare at the ceiling.
"Hey, I have a question, babe." I ask just being curious.
"Yeah? What's up?"
"W-would you ever want to have kids with me someday, Alex?"
"Of course! I kind of have baby fever right now. Which is weird!" She giggles. I chuckle and smile down at her. I sigh and look back at the ceiling.
"Billie, what was that dream about? It seemed pretty scary."
".. Nothing, mamas,"
"Nothing at all."
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Husk of Opulent Dreams
-Azuilys
That's it!
I concede.
I'll simply live as a husk of opulent dreams.
Desire for peace,
Desire for fun,
Desire for that blissful feeling to confidently declare aloud that I've won!
Time halts for those who can pay, but for me a month feels as short as a day.
Days changed to Weeks, Weeks turned to Months,
Months morphed to years of pushing effort,
Pouring life, sanity and tears yet somehow, I'm still stuck in the same affairs.
"No one's better than the other",
In a perfect world, that is true,
but live life long enough and you're bound to bump into someone who's simply better than you.
It's always been easier, always.
While here I persist.
Why couldn't that be me? Here, I rather not exist.
It's never over, isn't it?
They started ahead, so they'll finish faster,
While others struggle start at all, since their life is a complete disaster.
Who would think twice if it's all they've ever known, "This is how life should be."
They'll imply in the most unfitting tone,
And that's true it should be that way, but alas it seems that I've still haven't struck a better day.
Clustering my mind, and trying not to glare wont stifle the burning envy I channel in despair,
A hope of opulence and a feeling of content.
I'm working so hard to see my way through, while you've ungrateful lived it all and that's exactly why I hate you.
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