Chasing - Part 2

May 23, 2009 in

“Av… I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore.”

“David, do you mean…? Why?”

“The media attention; I can’t handle this anymore Av! I can’t!”


David bowed his head down. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. His manager, Ray, had asked him to do it; had threatened to end his career if he didn’t. David couldn’t believe that he’d succumbed to do this; to break an innocent girl’s heart. 4and not any girl, either. It was Ava’s… his Ava.



“Ava, don’t. It’s hard enough for me as it is. Don’t make it any harder for me. Please.”


“I’m sorry Av… you know I’ll always love you.”


David said those last few words carefully and slowly, knowing that those were going to be the last thing he could ever give her – his love. It was the only promise he could make her and keep forever.


He turned around, fighting back the tears. He knew that if he looked at her pleading face he would crumble. He loved music too much… but he loved Ava, too. His love for the both of them fought each other constantly. He couldn’t seem to love one without ignoring the other. Now music had been chosen for him, and music couldn’t survive in his heart with Ava. He was forced to let her go.


As soon as David reached a dark alley far away enough, he broke down and cried. Music and Ava… they were a part of him. Breaking up with Ava was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. It was tearing his heart in half, and the pain it caused him was almost physical.





David woke up sweating on the edge of his bed, the blankets tangled around his body. He gasped for breath as the intensity and reality of his dream took it’s toll on him. It was just a dream… but it wasn’t. it had really happened to him just over a month ago.



He knew what he had to do. Ava’s flight left at 5:30am. It was now 4:30. It took about 45 minutes to get to the airport, and that didn’t leave him much time. He threw on a pair of worn jeans, and an old T-shirt. He ruffled his messy hair and grabbed his car keys.


He rushed downstairs, careful to make any noise, and scribbled a quick note, leaving it on the counter. He ran to his car, and hopped in. Turning on the ignition and jamming his foot into the accelerator at the same time, he sped onto the highway.


David never had a problem with speed limits until now. The 60mph limit seemed a torture to him, and his watch a reminder of it. The only thing that was good about driving at 5 in the morning was that there was no traffic.


The minutes went by too quickly, but eventually, David pulled up in front of the airport not caring if he got a ticket. He got out and slammed the door shut. He ran into the airport, barely stopping to catch his breath.


He scanned his surroundings, searching desperately for his lover that he’d cast away. The faces that passed him didn’t register in his brain; he only had one face in mind, Ava’s.


He heard her pleading voice, the last he’d from from her, play over and over again. The intensity pained him as he struggled to look for Ava. He shifted his focus from face to face, body to body. Nothing.


He ran to the Info Counter, but bounced back quickly when he didn’t see the wave of flame red hair that he wanted to see. He whirred around, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of her unmistakable face.


He ran towards the terminal that Ava’s plane was supposed to take off from. He checked his watch; 5:28. Had her plane left early? He begged fate and time to let him catch Ava, to at least let him plead with her to take him back.


He’d almost given up, that last flame of hope that he had flickering, about to go out. But then, he saw what he was looking for; the flash of fiery red hair, her mystic grey eyes. Ava.


He reached his hand out to touch her, but he hesitated. What if she ran away from him? He shook his head. He had to do this. He didn’t have much time left. He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.


“Ava, I’m so sorry. I should have never done that to you. I love you.”


David flinched as he anticipated her rejection. Ava stood up slowly to face him.


“David I…”


He braced himself for her to turn around to board the plane and walk out of his life forever, but there she lingered, trying to piece together words to say to him. Within the second it took her to think, a whirldwind of possibilities flashed through David’s mind as he wondered how she’d push him away.


Ava took a step closer, and David’s heart rate sped up the closer she got. David watched, agonized, as she threw her hands up with despair. She came closer to him, and kissed him urgently, like never before. David’s eyes widened with shock, but he quickly fell into the moment as he begun to kiss her back. Their lips moved together, as they shared a moment of relief – for David, it was relief that Ava had taken him back, and for Ava, the fact that David had come back for her.


A/N: Yeah... I need to work on those kissing scenes. Hey, no insults - why don't you try it and tell me if it's easy, eh?

And if I'm happy... part 3.