- 3 Days Later -

I've finished the song. I'm SO Proud of it.

It was about 5 o'clock in the evening when I decided to show Roger. I had not turned it into a silly love ballad. It would give away my love, of course. I simply made it about bravery, and fighting for what's right. And yes, it's still about Roger, my own Fairy King, but it's about me wanting him to be brave, and not fear. I hope he understands.

I breathed largely in, and out as I looked at the paper, and back at Roger, calmly sipping his tea while reading the papers. I plastered a smirk on my face as i strolled smartly up to him, wrapping my hands just above his midriff.

He turned his head, grinning as he was met with me. I blushed gently, leaning across the sofa so I could see his gorgeous face.

" I've Written The Song. The Song For You.. " I started. He nodded eagerly.

" My Song? " he smirked.

" Your Song. "

He gave me a sticky kiss on my cheek, clutching my hands at his waist. I shyly, slowly handed him the note, my hands gently trembling, but my smile still staying on.

" All About You. "

As he read on, his exited smile on his pink lips turned into a horrified frown. 

" What's Wrong? " I asked, already knowing the answer.

" How Ironic. " coldly said my boyfriend, handing the paper to me and putting his cold, bony hands on his temples. I felt my heart drop into my gut when I heard him speak so Impolitely. 

" What? " I questioned again. 

" Then came man to savage in the night.. " he started in dissatisfaction. He ran his finger across the page, lining the words. He continued. 

 " To run like thieves and to kill like knives, 
To take away the power from the magic hand, 
To bring about the ruin to the promised land..??! "

" What kind of romance is that? Do I kill? Do I take away power? Do I steal? NO! "

He scoffed in my face, making me back up in horror. I suddenly felt cold. My heart had broken. A song I had taken time out of, dissed by my own boyfriend. My eyes winced in mental pain. 

" What Were You Thinking!? Do You ACTUALLY Love Me? Or Do You Just Love Me For FAME?? "

I shook my head.

" I Love You, Roger! I Didn't Mean To Hurt Your Feelings! " I whimpered softly, watching him stomp off the leathery sofa. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. 

" Well You Have! And - " he violently snatched the paper off me. " YOU WANT FREDDIE TO SING THIS? Not Just You Wrote It About Fighting, YOU WANT FREDDIE TO SING THIS! A SONG FOR ME, YOU BITCH? "

I felt a tear jerk down my eye. I could suddenly see in his facial expression that he regretted everything once he had seen that tear. I sniffed sadly as he shoved the paper painfully into my chest, his face softening and turning away from me.

" This Is The Worst Song I've Ever Read. " he said coldly, crushing my soul.

 " The Worst Song Ever, Written By The Worst Person Ever, Brian Fucking May. That's Right, You. "

He didn't mean what he was saying, I could tell.

More tears dropped down my eyes, and soon it was too much. I started to burst out in tears, he did not face me, not try to stop my sadness, he stood there, his back turned horridly on me.

Soon, I was choking on my own saliva and coughing and gagging. It was too much. It was over for us both.

( Rogers POV )

While I heard Brian cry, I wanted to. What's wrong with me? I want to apologise, but I can't. I'm too angry. I let him choke on his sadness until he broke down like the fucking prick I am. 

While he cried, I looked over my shoulder secretly while he dug his face into his hands. A tear dropped slowly down my cold cheeks. Brian tried to touch my small hands, but I shooed him off.

" Fuck Off. " I said meanly, blurted out. In my head, I wanted to fuck off myself, so that's what I did.

( Brian's POV )

When I took my sore face out of my palms, all I could see was Rogers foot slipping through the door, and the door loudly shutting, forcing an awful, painful aftermath. The house was cold, silent, and mental pain was written in the stars. 

" Brian... " I softly said, reaching my quaking arm out to the door, before clenching my fist and bringing it back to my face. I started punching myself in hatred.

I was now making myself cry with the mental pain, the physical pain, everything.