legends never die || josh kiszka

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Lorelei

acceptance 

the last stage of grief.

this is it. you've made it to the end.

congratulations.

you've come to terms with what's happened to you. the break up seems so far away now and your freshly healed wounds are only still tender to the touch.

how you deal with them is up to you.

"Congratulations!"

Arthur's voice woke me from my hazy thoughts, thoughts that were heavy and burdensome but also thoughts that were so recurring that they were normal by now.

I just wanted them to end.

We went around and hugged each other a few times - our last show went amazing, very smoothly, and couldn't have been better, really.

Except one thing.

Josh and I.

We didn't even look at each other, effectively ignoring each other in the group hug. Everyone was happy, eager to get to the party. I plastered a smile on my face - part of my act. That was the plan - gradually get better so no one would worry. I just had to make it home now.

We made it.

Anastasia ran over to me, grinning ear to ear, taking my face in her hands and pressed our foreheads together. Our heavy breaths were smacking each others faces as she suddenly (and shockingly) pressed our lips together in a fiery kiss that said more than any words ever could, leaving me breathless and wide-eyed as jaws went slack around us.

I should've mentioned that we were all very drunk - Keagan and Arthur allowed it for the last show. It made it more fun, anyway.

I smirked at Jake as I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, throwing my arm around Anastasia. "She's still mine, no matter how long you've been fucking her."

Jake blinked a few times before he started coming back to earth, eyes flickering between the two of us. "I'll allow it, because I know how much this means to you." Jake came over to stand on the other side of Anastasia, pressing his lips to hers this time. "Plus, that was fucking hot."

I gave a quick pat to her shoulder and removed myself, preparing my excuse to ditch the party. I cleared my throat. "I left my outfit back at the hotel, i'll meet you guys there."

"Are you sure? We could stop by on the way-"

"No, i'm good to walk. It's five minutes down the road."

Danny, who had just made his way into the small group, smiled, bringing a hand up to ruffle my hair. "Glad you're feeling better, kid."

I smiled, nodding in appreciation, and removed myself. I thanked the crew members as I walked by, because they did more work than any of us. The hallway was quiet, sound muffled from backstage, and I sighed. It was relieving - I was relieved. The weight on my chest was lifting as I approached the back door, cracking it open to make sure no one was around before I stepped out. Sam insisted I put his hoody on after the show because I was cold.

And, yeah. There's that.

But we don't talk about that.

It so just happened to be halloween, too, so the party was going to be a mixture of everything. But, I just didn't want a part of it. I wanted to be alone until we leave tomorrow.

So here I was, making my way down a dark street at almost midnight, booking it to the hotel room before anyone else could follow (Ahem, Sam) so I can have my night in peace and quiet. There's a bridge here in Switzerland, the very same one that Lorelai had lept from all those centuries ago, that I wanted to see. I planned to sit on the ledge, dangle my feet, just listen to music. I wanted a peaceful end to this nightmare of a tour and wanted to have one, final moment of peace before going after Chris.