▲ my life is just constantly existing at ungodly hours
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Feb 28, 2021 17:33:44 GMT -5
Post by achromatic on Feb 28, 2021 17:33:44 GMT -5
This couldn't be the end, could it? His chest felt numb as she spoke, the shivering feeling seemed to start from the very tips of his fingers, spreading to the rest of his body as if suddenly the air was too cold for him as if suddenly his body felt weighed like anchors in the sea. This wasn't the end, was it? This couldn't be.
"That doesn't mean anything," he rasped, "I don't want the queen. I want you." Why wasn't she angry? Why didn't she fight this? It would hurt less if she had been furious with him, if she had argued and ranted, if she had even hit him for what had happened. Anger he could deal with, but this...helplessness. Giving up. He couldn't understand this at all. She said she loved him, but she wouldn't fight for this?
She was leaving?
"I–" he could feel the emotions welling up in him like tears that threatened to spill over, "you're going to give up on us?" He was calling after her. This was it? This was the end? He couldn't accept it. He wouldn't. His jaw tightened, unable to believe that she'd just leave like this. What was he supposed to do? What could he do? He could feel the bridge they had painstakingly built crumble underneath his feet, as she disappeared into the night, leaving only a boy with tears in his eyes in a house that no longer felt like home.
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Feb 28, 2021 18:05:34 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 28, 2021 18:05:34 GMT -5
Elise heard his words, but she didn't turn back. She wanted him too, she wanted him so badly that it hurt her, and it scorched her throat with fire in her efforts to hold back her tears. Part of her begged her body to turn back to him, to go back and say that they could keep trying, that they could hope time was their ally.
But they didn't have time. Elise did not have months and years to wiggle into the family. She was pregnant, and she needed a solid plan before she began showing. Cato's father might never accept her, and if he found out she was carrying Cato's bastard, it was over. She would just be everything that he said she was.
So she kept her head down, her chest concave with the hurting, with the wild sobs that were trying to bubble up and overtake her. It would be better, for both of them, if they could come to terms with the end of their relationship as soon as possible.
(fin)
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