SungYul's Fan Fiction

Love Actually Fanfic

The street was very quiet and deserted, unlike other Christmas.
The cold and heavy wind reflected Marc’s situation. Marc tried to conceive his reality in a cynical way. ‘This is the last. I cannot place myself in the edge of the line anymore.’

During the past couple of month, Marc was dangling everyday like something has stuck in his throat. It was love. People say love is always around us. Maybe it was true. Marc’s love was very close to him. A woman named Juliet. His head was filled up with Juliet and he was thinking about her everyday and every night, like a sixteen year old boy who fell in love for the first time.
Unfortunately Juliet was in love with Marc’s best friend, Peter. Marc couldn’t express his feelings to Juliet. Days have passed, and finally Peter and Juliet have decided to engage.
Marc was in the middle of the emotional state of love and friendship, but he did not want a battle his emotions with Peter. Marc decided to congratulate Peter sincerely. Nevertheless, loneliness and bitterness stayed deep in his heart.

In some days, bitterness in the heart can be switched and feel like a sweetness. It was a day of Christmas. Marc, thinking that this is the last chance, was holding a radio with his left hand and a large blank card with his right hand. This was not to surprise Juliet to declare Marc’s love to her, but to end Marc’s love where he started in his own way. He never wanted to shock Peter. What will happen if Peter recognizes Marc’s love towards Juliet? This was the worst case scenario.
Some people even thought Marc was a gay in the Peter and Juliet’s’ wedding.
Marc wanted to avoid a surprising show. Instead, he wished to end his love when his bitterness in his heart felt like sweetness.

Juliet opened the door when Marc finished knocking. Juliet seemed to be little surprised, but recovered and said ‘Hi’ with a weak smile on her lips. Juliet usually smiles very brightly, but Marc understood why she showed a weak smile. Marc showed his large blank card as he have prepared.

[Say it’s Carol Singer]

Juliet hesitated for two seconds, and uttered the words to Peter who was in the upstairs of the house. Peter shouted ‘give them a dollar or something’, sounded annoyed. Peter raised a volume of the television. When Marc heard a volume of the television was raised, he placed the radio on the ground where he was holding with his left hand. The radio played a carol. He started to turn over the page of large blank card. Marc was little nervous, with a lot of tension, and he found out the card he have brought was making Juliet to smile.




[To me, you are perfect]
Juliet’s looked a bit chaotic.
[And my wasted heart will love you]
This confession seemed to be drenching into a millions of Juliet’s DNA.

That was it.
It was the most awkward smile in his entire life.
A kiss from Juliet was in sudden when Marc was smiling awkwardly.

It was only a sudden moment.
Marc had to snap out his every emotion he had on Juliet.
He returned to his home and switched on a television. He watched two straight ‘Home and away’ series and went to sleep.

Six months later, Marc returned to his home after a long trip around the world. He sat on the sofa with a mug cup filled with a hot coffee. Although he left a trip for six months, everything seemed in his house looked all same, like his emotion which has not been changed.
Love did not pass away like he have expected. For the last six month after the Christmas event, he felt both remorse and expectancy. The ridiculous expectancy on whether Juliet might be searching for him and remorse for what he did to Peter. Emotion of love was always standing at the last.

A dusty telephone was ringing. It was almost always Marc’s mother who made a call to this house.

"Marc, how are you? I heard that you’ve just returned from the trip."
Like expected, it was Marc’s mother who is residing in Scotland.
“I’m fine mom. How are you? I’m planning to marry someone this year and make you happy from now on." Marc responded like an automatic answer machine.
The telephone connection was bad and the sound was cracking. He kept holding on the phone trying to understand what she was saying. Although he missed most of her words, he heard what he never has expected.

“Mom..Can you repeat what you just said?”
The rain started to fall outside. It was a heavy rain, raindrops sounded very loud.
“Your…(zzz)……Peter…..(zzzz)died…..funeral….(zzzz)…”
Although the telephone connection was bad, he heard the words.
Peter, death, funeral.



At that moment, Marc traced back to the moment when he made a confession of his love to Juliet. [and my wasted heart will love you]

Peter’s death was true.
It was most painful and hurtful truth.
Marc was confused about his pain whether it was because of Peter’s death or pitiful feeling towards Juliet. He did not know, and he will never know.