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"Jimmy, wait, Jimmy please..."
The frustrated, heart broken, angry, crazed scream that sounds from the apartment goes ignored by the neighbours who frequently hear David or Jimmy going a little insane, they chalk it down to the life of a comedian, if only they had done something.
"You know what? Fuck you, David, fuck you. I don't even want to see your face ever again."
David throws the corner table across the room, the vase that had sat upon it already lay shattered on the floor. The roses that had sat in water within the vase, were thrown out the window. David looks at the picture on the wall, it's of Jimmy and him, they're smiling, they're happy and Jimmy looks so relieved, tucked safe with David's arms wrapped around him. Not anymore. The picture comes crashing to the floor, the frame snapping and the glass breaking.
"Like you give a shit what I think of you, Jimmy, like you even care about what I have to say. You're self absorbed, stay that fucking way."
David sinks to his knees on the couch, a bottle of vodka in his hands, he eyes the glass on the glass coffee table, deciding better of it, he brings his leg up and slams it down, smashing through the table, ignoring how his leg is cut open. He takes a swig from the bottle before getting to his feet. After taking another couple of swigs he throws the bottle on the ground, the glass shattering and the alcohol spilling across the floor.
"Why do you have to insult me all the freaking time, David? You know I have feelings, you know I'm not actually as cold as I make out I am and damn you for ignoring that."
David takes a few deep breaths in, spinning around on his feet, his hands running through his hair, his mind screaming. He couldn't do this, couldn't handle this... it was too much. He kicked a random chair across the room and he screamed again, hands clawing at his face.
"I was just joking around, Jimmy. Fuck. Learn to take a joke, you certainly know how to fucking make them."
David sighs as he sinks onto the couch again, this time with a lighter in his hand. He flicks the lighter open and runs his fingers through the flame, an absent look on his face. He can't even feel the heat on his fingers, can't even feel the way they're already burning. He's numb.
"What the hell was that all about David? Why the hell did you do that? What the hell were you even...? what did I do to deserve that?"
David slowly gets to his feet, the lighter in his hands, he blinks, staring at the alcohol soaked wooden floor. He gives the smallest smile as he drops the still lit lighter onto the floor, catching the alcohol alight. He grins as the flames start to spread.
"Jimmy, wait, Jimmy please..."
Jimmy sitting on the bonnet of his car, on a cliff edge overlooking the sea when his phone rings.
"Jimmy Carr? This is Doctor Adrian Falks of the Royal London Hospital, we have Mr David Walliams in the Burn Wound Intensive Care Unit... you're listed as his emergency contact..."
Jimmy's heart shatters in time with the wave that crashes against the shore. The beach is beautiful at midnight, beautifully tragic.