saitaina | Drabble: I Wish That I Could Tell You…

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TITLE: I Wish That I Could Tell You…
AUTHOR: Saitaina
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: G-PG
SUMMARY: Orlando asks a question and Viggo mentally freaks out
FEEDBACK: Yes please, but do try to be kind.
WARNINGS: RPS Fandom
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my *twisted* imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my
friends
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Inspired by the song, “I Wish That I Could Tell You (How To Tell Me Good-Bye)

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“Vig…How do you tell someone good-bye when you stop loving them?”

The question came out of the blue, just spilling past his lips as he walked into my studio. I paused, brush slowly dripping paint onto my feet as I considered his question…and tried to figure out why he was asking.

How do you tell someone good-bye? Well, there were many ways, both good and bad. But the more important question is…why is he asking?

Does he want to tell me good-bye? I never noticed a problem…not recently at least. We’ve been getting on well…no
fights. And he seems happy. How could I have missed something this big? I thought there were supposed to be warning signs before the end.

How do you tell someone good-bye? Well, love, you could always ask them that question. If that wasn’t a hint I don’t
know what could be.

What ever happened to the truth? You know, coming right out and saying, ‘You know, this just isn’t working out…’ I’ve always been a fan of the truth, none of this, beating around the bush, hoping they get the message nonsense.

How do you tell someone good-bye? There are as many approaches as fish in the sea…which do you choose? Which do I tell you to use to break my heart? The words that I would say, sound as empty as the way you seem to feel inside.

How do you tell someone good-bye? God Orlando…why did you have to ask me this? Couldn’t you just have written a
note? Or a sentence? Or even just left? It would hurt, but not nearly as bad as this does.

How do you tell someone good-bye? I…I don’t know how to help you. I wish that I could tell you, how to tell me good-bye. I really do. Then maybe it wouldn’t hurt, maybe it wouldn’t destroy something inside me. Knowing I came up with the words you used to leave me behind.

“Vig?”

“I don’t know, Orlando. I just don’t know.”

Orlando sighed, pulling the cordless phone from his pocket, where he had stashed it absent-mindedly, taking the other party off hold. “Lij? Yeah, Vig doesn’t know either. Best chance is to lay it all out on the table, mate. Honesty and all that.”