Author’s note: Who knew it’d come to this? Well, the saga continues. These are all short stories based on Fall Out Boy songs. This song is taking things back a few years too: Pretty in Punk. Review if you like. It is entirely up to you.

Darkness of Reality

There must have been a lot going through your mind. I want you to know that I saw it, too. And wasn’t he supposed to be your boyfriend? I saw how your eyes instantly turned misty when his hand slipped around that whore’s waist. It must have been his way of revenge, but you were so beautiful.

Why would anyone want to hurt someone as captivating as you?

When you eventually did walk off of that stage, you ran. I didn’t know where you were going, but I just watched you…unable to do or say a damn thing. That bastard was finally alone, and he possessed that certain type of air that made him seem as if he was too good for you.

Well, sweetheart, he got it all wrong.

For some reason unknown to me, you always end up back into his arms. It’s as if you dismiss his actions as mistakes. It makes me want to walk up and sit next to you. Oh, I’d do anything to let you know how I feel, but I’m not the way you think I am.

I’m not.

I’m not that boyfriend who degrades you and sleeps around with women. I’m not that boyfriend who puts his hands on other girls when you’re watching. I’m not that boyfriend who cheats on his girlfriend. I’m not that boyfriend that you makes you feel like you’re not good enough for another.

I’m just not.

But, that’s none of my business, is it?

No matter what I do, no matter how much I try and help you – I don’t think you’ll ever leave him. He’s always there, regardless, and that’s the kind of safety that your profession needs. But that’s not the kind of safety that you deserve. I’m so fucking terrified to say anything because why would you listen to me, anyway?

The only girl that ever gave me the time of day was the one who only wanted five minutes of mine. Knocking boots in the back, how degrading is that?

I suppose we could be in the same boat. We’re the type of vulnerable people that get used time and time again. I’m tired of seeing you in such a big room full of people; I feel like I’m a part of your life, but I don’t know if I want to be. You’re just that lonely musician that took the first security blanket you could and never let go.

I’m so damn tired of watching you settle for less. There is better, sweetheart. I’ve seen better, and I’m not going to lie to you. I am better, and that’s a fact. I just don’t know if that means anything at all to you. Does it?

xXx

I just…couldn’t stop. Getting involved with your life was a part of my own. I never saw anybody else no matter how hard I tried. You always stood out amongst everyone else. Perhaps it was all those arguments with your boyfriend, but I was so damn addicted to you. Did you know that? You were a drug.

I send my deepest regrets for what I’m about to do.

I walked toward the two of you. That bastard was on one knee, and he was professing his undying love to you. You, on the other hand, were looking everywhere but at him. And I knew it was true. You didn’t love him.

So, I grabbed that son of a bitch by the collar of his polo shirt and then dropped him. You were still standing there, speechless. Then, I did what I had wanted to do most, sweetheart. I punched him, and when I turned around – you were already walking away, with your head hung low. I suppose that I could have ran after you and confessed my undying admiration for you, but now wasn’t that time. And that was good enough for me.

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