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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2016 17:50:53 GMT -7
 Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go
"Well, fine! If you don't want any input in the wedding, maybe there just won’t be a wedding,” Ophelia screamed to her fiancé as she grabbed her things and stormed from the house that she was now sharing with him. After weeks of trying to get him to help plan their wedding, she had finally had enough. Well, at least enough for now. She could understand why a guy wouldn’t want to help plan a wedding, but she had been spoiled before. She had had a guy who wanted to help plan their wedding, but she had traded him in for someone who couldn’t even bother to come to ask if she needed any help. Then when she dared to ask him to have some kind of input, all he could say was that he didn’t care about what went into the wedding. They argued, and it ended with Ophelia needing her space.
Due to her fame, however, she had to go someplace where no one would think of looking for her. So she held tightly onto the key to her family’s secret garden and made her way there. It had been abandoned for over a year as she just couldn’t bring herself to come to it for the first few weeks after her parents died. Then her schedule just got insanely busy with her being a famous socialite and she just couldn’t make the time for it. So when she opened the gate to the garden to see flowers growing and to see roses, her favorite flower, in full bloom, she couldn’t help the curiosity about how they had lived for so long. Without anyone taking care of them, they should have died by then.
She pushed her curiosity aside and went to sit on the bench in the middle of the garden, taking a deep breath in as she let a few tears roll down her face. She knew that her fiancé loved her, and she knew that she was overreacting to what had happened, but she needed to cry about it. She needed to cry out of frustration and anger, but also out of disappointment. She didn’t expect her second engagement to be so polar opposite from her first. She had expected him to want to help plan and to want to be included. She wanted him to want to have a say in how their special day would go. So when he said he didn’t care, it broke her heart a little bit.
She let out a choked sob before hearing what sounded like the creak of the gate opening. She coughed to clear her throat before wiping her eyes and standing up. “I don’t know who you are or what you want, but get the hell out of my family’s garden or I’ll-" She stopped as she turned to see Adrien, her ex-fiancé, standing there. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” She stared at him for a minute, her mouth slightly open as she tried to piece together how he had gotten in there before taking a step towards him. “I didn’t know that you still had the key to this place… To our place.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 7:00:03 GMT -7
Everyone thought that Adrien was still the same guy he was years ago. That he was still just as reckless and unobservant. But he'd grown up, mostly. Part of that was due to the only girl he'd ever loved. He'd fallen too deep, too hard, and far too fast. She was four years younger than him, but age didn't matter. It never mattered, not in The Capitol. When Adrien and Ophelia started dating and quickly got engaged, there was gossip, lots of it. Not because of their age, but because of who they both were. She came from the highest tier of families and although he was more or less in the same league, he never really flaunted it. Everyone saw him as a playboy, like so many of the young capitolite men. He flirted with everyone, he didn't flaunt his rank but he did flaunt his body. He was known to go about shirtless and didn't leave much to the imagination. But how many could really say that they had ever slept with him? He was too careful about who he let into his heart and his bed. Ophelia... if he was really being honest with himself. Was his first. He wanted to save himself for his soul mate, for his wife. It wasn't something a normal Capitoline did. He'd asked her to marry him within a couple of months of meeting, bedded her on the same night, and she'd left him just as quickly.
It took him-- no. He was still not over her. So when he opened the gate and heard her voice and saw her sitting there in the middle of the garden, his heart dropped and shattered all over again. He'd kept it guarded all this time, never allowing anyone else to get too close. Never letting his guard down. But at that moment, she might as well had reached into his chest and tore his heart out.
"Ophelia," his mouth went dry. He looked down at the key he held in his hand. Shattered. Broken. How could she do this to him all over again? How was it possible, after these years that she could still break him? "Our... place..." he repeated as if he couldn't believe she was actually there, actually talking to him. After the both of them had avoided each other for so long.
"Sorry." He shook his head, "here, you can have this back. I just... sorry." He held the key out to her, the only thing he'd held on to that belonged to her.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 9:15:36 GMT -7
When Ophelia had announced her engagement to Adrien, it was a shock to everyone. Well, it was a shock to everyone but her parents. While his reputation as a playboy had always been the first thing people though of when they thought of him, her parents had seen a different part of him. Her parents had liked him, had encouraged her to bring him into the family. It only seemed right that they would be together since he was the only one who had ever gotten her parents' blessing. But then she met her current fiancé, and she just knew.
Even though she was engaged and happy most of the time, there was always the nagging feeling about whether or not she had made the right decision in letting Adrien go. All she had wanted was for the both of them to be happy. She wasn't one to really let anyone truly in, but she let him in. He would always have a special place in her heart and she would always want the best for him. Which was part of the reason she had decided to let him go. She wanted him to find someone who could make him happier than she ever could.
Upon hearing her name fall from his lips, her heart sank in her chest as she looked at him. She took in the view, assessing the damages that she had done. Ophelia had never been one to care about the pain she caused people, but she did tear herself up over the pain she had caused him. She had never wanted to hurt him as badly as she did, but she didn't want him to spend his life with her when she had fallen in love with someone else. It wouldn't be fair to either of them. So after she ended things with him, she avoided him. She didn't want him to see her in person because she wanted him to have the chance to move on and to find someone else. But being in the garden that was taken care of and seeing him in front of her, she knew he hadn't done that.
She watched him extend the key out to her and she shook her head, pushing his hand gently back to his body. "Don't even worry about it. Keep it. You obviously come here more often than I have in the past year." She gave him a kind smile before turning and sitting back down on the bench. She took a deep breath in before looking back up at the opposite side of the garden. "I just needed to get away... Go somewhere no one would know where to find me." She chuckled humorlessly before sighing and looking back at him with a sad smile. "I guess it didn't work."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 9:38:43 GMT -7
If her presence alone could stop his beating heart, then her voice could rip it apart. And her touch? He turned cold, pulling into himself, hating himself and hating her at the same time. How could she? How could she just be here? After years of just not being there, of the both of them having this silent agreement to never see each other, to avoid each other at all cost? How dare she?
Adrien pulled his hand back and pushed it deep in his pocket, his fingers letting go of the key until they settled between the cloth, but he didn't pull his hand back out. Instead he stood there, both hands in his pockets, his body rigid. How could one woman make him feel like this? Like he was worthless and broken and nothing?
"I, uh, come here everyday," he nodded. "To be honest, I thought you'd come. But after a few weeks and you didn't, I gave up hope that you'd come back to this place." He shrugged and walked towards the hose, turning the water on. "But someone had to take care of it and I have nothing better to do."
He looked over at her, but only shortly. He couldn't stare at her for too long, it was like staring at the sun. Bright, blinding, and painful. "What made today special?" he asked. He'd noticed the redness of her eyes and nose, the way her cheeks were flushed, and her face slightly puffy. The way she looked when she'd been crying. But it wasn't his job to care for and about her anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 12:28:35 GMT -7
Ophelia couldn't help but watch him as he shoved the key back into his pocket. She remembered the way that his hands felt holding hers, or how they felt when he held her as she cried over her parents dying. She could feel the ghost of what used to be his touch on her skin, and it made her shiver a bit at the sensation. There were times when she could barely forgive herself for hurting him. He had been everything she thought she had wanted, but then the death of her parents changed her. It changed what she wanted, and she didn't think he would want what she wanted.
She listened to his words before nodding her head, looking down at her lap afterwards. "I wanted to come... I really did, but I couldn't bring myself to it. It reminded me too much of them, and I wanted to get as far away from that as I could. I couldn't be around here. And then once I had come to terms with it, I couldn't find the time to come back. But thank you... For not letting it die. It means a lot."
She heard his question and debated on whether or not she should tell him. Would he care whether or not she was here because of a dispute with her current fiancé? Or would he just think it was karma's way of getting back at her for being so cruel? Against her better judgement, she looked up at him and then felt the tears well back up in her eyes. She looked away and put her head in her hands before softly saying, "He's not like you. He doesn't care about the details of the wedding, and he told me that. You were always wanting to help and he just doesn't care. I thought that he would because it's his day too, but he wants nothing to do with the planning." She wiped her eyes before looking back to him. "He never knew my parents, so he doesn't know this place exists. I just needed to get away from him for a while."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2016 11:14:39 GMT -7
He could understand that. The need to just get away, to not look at all the things that reminded you of the good things you once had. He could understand that more than she knew, or he let on. But then he scoffed at what she said next. Couldn't find the time? Yes, he supposed having a new fiance to keep her occupied was enough for her to not find time to tend to a memory of something she wanted to run away from her. He breathed, stopping himself from doing or saying something he'd regret. He could never say those things out loud. Besides, they were over, there was no reason to say unspoken words.
Adrien shrugged again, "I didn't really do it for you. It's a nice hobby, the flat I live in doesn't have a garden."
He didn't expect her to open up like she did. He expected her to keep the details of her life a secret, at least to him, especially to him. When she spoke, he cringed and it took everything in him to just not run out of there as fast as he could. She was comparing them. Adrien and her new fiance. She could have gutted him and it still wouldn't have hurt as bad. "Some men don't care about the details. It's one day out of the rest of your lives together," he said as he watered the next row of plants. He sighed and decided there was no use being cold towards her. But that didn't mean they would be friends. "It doesn't matter what flowers will be thrown on the ground or what deserts will be served. What matters is the vow," he looked at her. She had always been so about the details of everything. Focused on the little things.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 13:15:06 GMT -7
Ophelia had never been one to run away when life threw difficulties her way. She was always the person to try and make the best of a horrible situation, to spin it so that it would work to her advantage. That was one of the many things she had learned throughout her friendship with Fara. But when her parents died, she pulled away from everyone except for Fara. She ran in the opposite direction of anyone who tried to help her except for her best friend. She knew that she had hurt Adrien in the past, but she wanted was best for both of them and that wasn't each other. That's what she had concluded that night, and she went after what she felt would be the best for her: Kai.
She listened to his words before looking up at him, her eyebrow arching. She didn't expect for him to actually listen to her, let alone talk to her about it. She nodded her head before glancing back down to her hands. "Did you actually care about the details? Or did you just act like you did to please me?" She knew that she was opening up a can of worms that might not work out in her favor, but she genuinely wanted to know. She wanted to know if the details had really only mattered to her because of her constant need for perfection in everything. She listened to his words again before shaking her head in response to his statement. "I don't think that's true because they have to be able to look nice in all of the pictures, and some flowers are just not what weddings should have. I can't have flowers that are typically used in funerals as centerpieces. That would make my marriage doomed to fail," she said before looking away. "I know it sounds silly, but I just don't want there to be room for error in any of it."
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NOTES: So this took a jillion years and I suck. Sorry, homie.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 13:43:27 GMT -7
He smirked down at the ground, the water spraying lightly over the petals of the fully bloomed flowers. They were so much like her. They needed care and attention and just as their petals were beautiful, their thorns were just as deadly. He hadn't known that side of her, not really. Not until she just up and left him, just like that. He never in a million years thought it was possible, he never saw it coming. Maybe he should have. Someone as beautiful as her was too good to be true.
"Both," he stole a glance at her before turning back to the flowers. "I wanted you to be happy, and I also wanted our..." his voice caught in his throat. Clearing it, he continued. "I wanted it to be perfect, just like you did." Their wedding, the most dreadful thing he could possibly think about. Every time he thought about what could have been, he felt pin pricks all over his skin.
Adrien almost laughed. "Are you really that superstitious?" He'd never imagined her to be the type to be. "Pictures don't last forever, neither do flowers."
He didn't mean to sound cold, but it was exactly how it sounded. Sure, he cared about the details because he wanted everything to be perfect also. But he couldn't agree with her that funeral flowers doomed marriages. Who came up with what were funeral flowers and what were wedding flowers? It was nonsense. Flowers were flowers. People were people.
"I think if you don't want a doomed marriage, you shouldn't do anything to ruin it. Then again, I did everything right- as far as I'm concerned. And you still left me." If what he said about pictures and flowers were cold, this was frozen. He tried to pull himself out of it. Out of the bitterness that plagued his heart for over a year after she'd left.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2016 14:15:46 GMT -7
Ophelia really hadn't meant to hurt Adrien as much as she did. Sure, she recognized the fact that ending an engagement was going to hurt, but she didn't think he would be as hurt by it as he was. They had always had struggles, whether it came to people not approving or not seeing eye-to-eye. She didn't know how he could be so in love with her that he would end up being hurt by the ending of it all. She never thought that their love affair was something that would be painful to end. They hadn't been like her parents where they were basically inseparable, always dependent on the other person. They had always been independent, so she didn't understand why he could be so distraught over it after all of this time. She had moved on. Why hadn't he?
She watched him as he spoke and she felt the air get trapped in her chest. She glanced down to her hands as he spoke and bit down gently on her lower lip. She didn't know what to say, so it was easier for her to stay silent. At least, it was easier until he spoke again with such an icy tone. She snapped her head up as she looked at him before standing and crossing her arms. "Pictures do last forever, thank you very much. And even if the pictures don't, the memories do. I don't want to remember marrying the love of my life as a setup for failure."
His final sentence just hit the blonde's heart and she took in a deep breath before walking over to him. "Do you really think that us breaking up had anything to do with you not being good enough? Because, newsflash, it didn't. You were an amazing fiancé and you made me very happy, but we just weren't supposed to be together. Can't you understand that? We had the chemistry and we had the opportunity, but it wasn't right. It wasn't right to have you marry me after how I had changed because of my parents dying. All I was to you by then was a broken version of what you had had. I wasn't ever going to be the same girl again, so why bother trying to have the same relationship?" She scoffed before shaking her head and looking at him. "I was trying to make you happy."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2016 9:30:55 GMT -7
'The love of my life'. The words rang in his ears, vibrating through to his brain, and sending a searing pain to his heart. He looked down at the flowerbed, his lips tight, and his face stuck in a permanent scowl. Every word she said just sent a jolting pain through him, like tiny lightning that burned small stitches through his muscles, tearing him. He didn't understand love, couldn't understand it. He had loved her with all of his heart and she had loved him, hadn't she? So if they loved each other, how could they not be each other's 'love of their life'? How could someone just walk in and take all she felt for him, away? How? He didn't understand love.
'Supposed to be together'. He didn't understand that either. There were so many things he didn't understand and so many things that didn't make sense. She was nothing like the ice that he loved so much. He was an artist who designed and created beauty with ice. There was meaning behind every stroke, every break. Everything he did, each tiny detail, was done because all the little thingy things made the one whole thing. The sculpture. When you messed up something, you could fix. But sometimes the mess up is so big that it couldn't be fixed and you'd have to start over with a whole new block of ice.
So why wasn't life, why wasn't she the same? If everything was so perfect, why weren't they supposed to be together? Why weren't their tiny details enough to make one perfect thing?
"You weren't broken. Not to me," he shook his head. "When I'm sculpting and something breaks, I try to fix it. If I can't, I start over, but I don't just give up." Adrien knew ice, he knew physics, and math and everything had rules. Sure, life was fluid and things moved and sometimes imperfection created beauty. But there was still meaning behind it all! There was no meaning to this, there was no meaning to what she had done to him and he couldn't understand.
"Well... I wasn't happy."
He flipped up the seat of a nearby bench and pulled out two gloves. He wanted to say so many things to her. He wanted to tell her that she should have tried, that she shouldn't have just run away, that she should have stayed and tried to fix it. Because THAT. THAT, he could understand. Trying to fix something and if they couldn't fix it, then and only then is it okay to break up. A mutual break up... but--
"You didn't even give me a choice!" Adrien's voice was louder. He sighed before falling to his knees and pulling out the weeds that had begun to grow in the flowerbed.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 18:36:43 GMT -7
As Ophelia listened to his words, she could feel her mind as it started to race to keep up with what he said. He hadn't thought that she was broken, even though that's exactly what she was. She had been broken and anyone with eyes and a brain would have been able to see that. After her parents died, nothing had been the same for her. She didn't look at anybody in the same way, and she could see the shift in how people looked at her. They didn't look at her as if she was strong, but as if she was fragile and just one misstep away from being completely shattered.
And whether or not she actually had been broken to Adrien, all she had been able to see was how it was different. She was different. She wasn't the woman that he had fallen in love with, and the woman that he had fallen for wasn't going to come back. The bubbly blonde who didn't think anything could ever go wrong for her because things just didn't go wrong for people like her was no more. Sure, she had her persona that she kept up in public so that no one would know anything different, but that thought process was gone. The constant state of happiness was gone. Adrien's Ophelia was gone.
"I was broken to everyone, Adrien. Every single person looked at me differently after they died, you included. I wasn't the same Ophelia to everyone else, and I definitely didn't feel like the same Ophelia." She sighed softly before looking up at him as he said that he hadn't been happy. She bit down on her lower lip before glancing away and whispering, "Neither was I."
Every now and again, Ophelia would think back to how she ended things and whether or not she would change the way she had gone about it. The more she thought about it, though, the more she realized that what she did was exactly what needed to be done. It had to be quick, easy, and as painless as possible. She couldn't have sat around trying to fix something that she just knew in her heart wasn't going to work. She couldn't stand the whispers about how she must have been handling the wedding planning without her parents and she couldn't take the pity looks whenever they would go out together. That wasn't what she wanted or how she imagined it going.
The blonde looked back at him as his voice raised and she stood before walking over behind him, watching over his shoulder as he tended to the garden. "You're right," she said softly as she looked down at him. "I didn't give you a choice. Because I knew you were going to fight for me, fight for us. And as much as I loved you and knew that we probably would have made it down the aisle, I knew it wasn't right. You deserved someone who wasn't going to cause you to receive looks of pity wherever you went. You deserved someone who wasn't waking up every morning with a wet pillow because she had been crying in her sleep the night before. You deserved someone who was just as whole as you were. And that wasn't me anymore, Adrien. That wasn't me and never was going to be me for you again, no matter how badly I wanted it."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 11:42:51 GMT -7
He didn't know what it was about seeing Ophelia that opened up all the old, painful wounds. He'd seen her before, from afar. But he'd never tried to talk to her, not after he'd pushed himself to stop trying. When she'd left him, she was all he could think about. For a while, he actually thought he could get her back. That this was just some crisis she was going through and it would all be over and she would snap back to her senses and go back to him. He was deluded and he'd stopped being deluded long before today.
Adrien stopped pulling up the weeds long enough to look at her as she spoke. He nodded slowly, she was right. He knew she was right, but at the same time he felt she was wrong. He felt that everything she did was wrong, and perhaps that's where their real separation lied. She was better off with someone else and so was he. She could never have made him happy, not like he thought she could. She was different and because of her, he was different.
He pushed the pulled up weeds to a pile, looking at them and then the flowerbed that looked cleaner and more beautiful. That was them. Ophelia and Adrien. The words they spoke were like hands pulling up all the old horrible wounds that lay dormant beneath them, or him. Perhaps he had hated her all along.
Adrien took off the gloves and sat beside her, wiping away the dirt that stuck to his knees. "When I met you, I knew that fate was real. But then you left, and you took that away with you. I began to think, maybe fate didn't exist. That we're all in this randomly, just something thrown together that somehow, miraculously turned in unison," he sighed, "I think this is fate telling me that it does exist. I'm glad we came here. And I'm glad that you found happiness, even if it isn't with me."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 8:12:44 GMT -7
Prior to her random appearance in the rose garden, Ophelia had simply thought that Adrien just no longer cared. She had almost hoped that he had stopped caring because then it would have been easier for the conversation. But that had never been who he was, and she knew that they had ran their course. They might have been built to last forever had her parents not passed. But death had a funny way of changing everything one knew to be true, even something that was so planned and perfect. Death had seemingly taken a hold of Ophelia and turned her into someone else.
She watched as he stopped pulling weeds and nodded, then let out a sigh of relief that she didn't know she had been holding. When they were in love, she had been a carefree girl who had never had a bad thing happen to her in her life. She was optimistic and hopeful, someone who countered Fara greatly and was the perfect running mate for a campaign. Now, as much as she wished she wasn't, she was morbid. The one silver lining in her life was Kai, her new fiancé, but even that she would second-guess if she was truly enough for him. Kai could handle the insecurities that she had never had with Adrien. She didn't want to suffocate him.
Her eyes looked at the flowers, a small smile gracing her face as she took in their beauty. She turned her gaze to Adrien as he sat down next to her, and she listened intently to his words. She gave a pat to his knee before looking into his eyes. "Thank you, Adrien. And I'm sorry that it wasn't with you. I wish it could have been." She let her head hang for a minute before looking around the rose garden. "You should keep this place," she said quietly before turning to him again. "This place deserves someone who loves it and takes care of it. Snow knows that isn't me anymore." She looked down and grabbed the key and placed it in his hand. "Just promise to let me in whenever I need a good cry."
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