She hated him. There was no question to it. The caramel tint of her eyes burned with flames of disgust as soon as his name was uttered. It could be said in honest accident, mentioned by unknown people on the street, or even blurted out in a tv sitcom and the air in her presence would turn stagnant. Suffocating. Pictures that had once adorned their ( now HER) apartment had been viciously ripped from their frames and shredded by bleeding fingers. Fingers injured from the frantic reaction of breaking the thin glass which held their portrait. He'd hurt her AGAIN. She'd never forgive him. Not for his lies, not for his games, broken promises, and certainly not now as crimson liquid began to plummet to the floor. Yet, it wasn't the only thing that fell from her body. Beyond those cold, angry eyes was the midst of water that fell from her lashes and stained her cheeks, only to mingle with the blood that tattered the tile floor. That quiet aching inside her mind to wish everything was still okay and that he'd be back to beg and plead to fix things. As angry as she was, she knew deep down she'd accept his empty promises willingly just to have a semblance of hope of things reverting to normal. Tears turned to sobs as anger turned to longing. The vicious words exchanged before that final door slammed no longer meant anything. The low hum of her cell receiving a call rattled behind her, and she lashed outward immediately to grasp it, the glass on the ground yet again gnashing into her skin as droplets of blood cried tears down her arm. None of that mattered presently, however, as she took a breath of composure to answer the call. His call.
"Hello?" It took all her willpower to contain the brokeness of her voice.
"I wanna come home. I'll be there in a few. We'll talk...cool?" His voice lax, insensitive.
"....okay.." she managed, barely above a whisper. " I love..."
*Click*
She wiped her nose carelessly with the back of her sleeve, heaving a deep sigh of relief. He'd be home soon...and then they'd be able to fix it. She'd make sure of it this time.
"Hello?" It took all her willpower to contain the brokeness of her voice.
"I wanna come home. I'll be there in a few. We'll talk...cool?" His voice lax, insensitive.
"....okay.." she managed, barely above a whisper. " I love..."
*Click*
She wiped her nose carelessly with the back of her sleeve, heaving a deep sigh of relief. He'd be home soon...and then they'd be able to fix it. She'd make sure of it this time.
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