She flinches and immediately, I'm regretful of my rash action. I sigh, raking a hand through my wet, unruly hair as I glance briefly at my discarded notepad. I look back to my love and ask about the time I was gone before asking about her choice of locations for certain conversation topics.
Her voice is low and I take long drags of my smoke, listening and less than pleased when she says, "...Asked and I told you, and it never happened, not to you." And even though she's right, it does little to change my pang of loss. Her voice pitches, and I catch a sliver of her anger as she adds, "...You were gone and didn't even tell me."
I stare at her, intending to reply but I can't, not in the face of her obvious pain. How did we come to this place, my love? My missteps echo in my mind, standing between us and the happiness we once had. I hate the way I've made her feel and I look up at the overcast sky, wishing the rain would wash away my ever-growing list of unacceptable sins. It's not to be though and as she crosses her arms, I watch her step away from me.
Ditching my smoke, I quietly say, "You told me to leave but you never said when I should come back, and because I didn't know, it seemed to me that you didn't want to be with me anymore." I rub my eyes to clear my vision. "I didn't leave Excolo to hurt you, love. I swear it. I only went for Alessandra and I'd have told you." I shake my head and continue, "But I didn't think you wanted to speak to me. I didn't want to be rejected again either."
I look up at the rain again, blinking rapidly before saying, "Can we get out of the rain?" Remembering the crowd in the cafe, I continue, "Not the cafe though. Somewhere dry, with less curious witnesses, if possible."
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Date: 2012-03-08 01:43 am (UTC)Her voice is low and I take long drags of my smoke, listening and less than pleased when she says, "...Asked and I told you, and it never happened, not to you." And even though she's right, it does little to change my pang of loss. Her voice pitches, and I catch a sliver of her anger as she adds, "...You were gone and didn't even tell me."
I stare at her, intending to reply but I can't, not in the face of her obvious pain. How did we come to this place, my love? My missteps echo in my mind, standing between us and the happiness we once had. I hate the way I've made her feel and I look up at the overcast sky, wishing the rain would wash away my ever-growing list of unacceptable sins. It's not to be though and as she crosses her arms, I watch her step away from me.
Ditching my smoke, I quietly say, "You told me to leave but you never said when I should come back, and because I didn't know, it seemed to me that you didn't want to be with me anymore." I rub my eyes to clear my vision. "I didn't leave Excolo to hurt you, love. I swear it. I only went for Alessandra and I'd have told you." I shake my head and continue, "But I didn't think you wanted to speak to me. I didn't want to be rejected again either."
I look up at the rain again, blinking rapidly before saying, "Can we get out of the rain?" Remembering the crowd in the cafe, I continue, "Not the cafe though. Somewhere dry, with less curious witnesses, if possible."