First, and possibly last rps story

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Title: Remember Me, My Bleeding Heart
Author: cometnatia
Pairing: Andy/Dom, Billy/Dom
Rating: PG pretty much
Summary: Sometimes you may have had love all along.
Feedback: If you would like. :) I wrote this two years ago so it's nothing like how I write now.
Disclaimer: As much as it would make me happy, these actions, as far as I know, are merely fictitious. And the guys own themselves.
A/N: Like I said, I wrote this two years ago but I only posted it to my private journal, I kind of wanted it to have some exposure because I thought it was sweet, though highly dramatic. >.< It's from Dominic's P.O.V. by the way.
I don't really write fanfiction anymore, but if anyone is interested in my other works it would be cool to know. :) Thank you for reading!

No one would have thought it was us. The fangirls fawn over us. Is it me and Orlando? Is it me and Billy? Or is Elijah more my type? They wouldn't have thought it was us.

"Remember me." The voice sticking in my head, the rose thrust into my hands. Thick curls, strong arms, and all. Gone like that. Leaving me alone in the airport, rose in hand.

Sitting down, I hold the rose. Bronze petals, hunter green stem, soft leaves. "Andy..." I don't want to see him leave. Don't want to see him go, but it's the end. We have to let go.

***

Back at the hotel, I haven't gone back yet. Don't want to leave the memory of his loving hands, don't want the reality that we weren't meant to be.

Sitting on the sheets of the bed, I've turned off the lights and opened the curtains, the moon flooding my world with a blue light. You can't be gone. Not yet. Tears glisten on my eyes, threatening to fall.

The rose sits on the stand, mocking me. How could I keep it after he left me? Do I love him so much?

"Andy..."

The door to my room opens, the light trickles in from the hall, but is lost again when the door is closed behind him. Sitting next to me, his arms capture me in a tight embrace.

"Dom...It can't be. He has a family."

"I know..." My voice cracks and I sob onto his shoulder. "I know." It's wrong of me, obsessing over the one.

The one that I can't have.

***

We're sitting together on the porch of my house in L.A. Billy's smiling, and we're goofing off as usual. I'm glad I've got him, if I have no one else. The doorbell rings and I step onto the cool carpet of my home to answer it. I open the door and my heart stops.

"Remember me?"

Standing there. Right now. Is him. For months, I cried, mourned, but here is the one I wanted, right in front of me. I lunged at him and hugged him, rejoicing in his being.

Hesitating, he slowly hugs back.

I let go and take in every inch of him, his still neatly groomed black curls, his sparkling eyes. He stood dressed casually in a tight black t shirt and jeans.

"Andy, I can't believe it's you, man!" I invite him in and stand in the hall chattering happily. Billy walked in to see him and suddenly looked downcast.

"Oh, Dom, I should leave then?" He picked up his keys, but I quickly pushed his hands down.

"Stay."

***

That one day when Andy dropped in. The day Billy was there... We sorted it out. Andy was taken, he may have been a close friend on the set, but no more. Billy...the lovely man is still in my room, sleeping. All the while I've been with him, I never knew what we could be. I never knew how he had felt about Andy and I.

I have a new rose now, sitting on my table, it's white petals dipped in red, its emerald green stem thorny. Billy gave me this one, my Bleeding Heart rose, and a memorable night to go with it.

I will always remember you Andy, but now I know I can't have you.

Now, I save the vase for Billy, who endured this with a bleeding heart. I know love you my sweet Billy. I won't let anyone cloud my eyes again.

We share a bleeding heart.