I felt the cold of the tiles on my bare feet. It was a beautiful day.
Looking out the window, I saw the rising sun. The dew on the grass reflected the sun's rays.
A cup of hot black coffee warmed my hands. If only I could see him again.
Gray paint on the walls.
He said it was the color of hidden emotions. He said that the color reminded him of me.
A small chip of paint near the white door frame.
How ironic.
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"Where the fuck have you been?"
"I thought you were already asleep"
This is what I should be doing now. It was 3 in the morning. People used to sleep at this time.
He wanted to hug me.
Smell of alcohol. Here we go again.
"Fuck.. You smell like vodka" I pushed him away.
He resigned. He walked over to the refrigerator. He took out orange juice.
"Will you answer my question?" I raised my voice.
He looked at me with red eyes. I saw the resentment. His trick, as old as this world.
"What is your problem?"
"You are my problem"
He laughed.
"You need to stop drinking. This isn't normal. Every day you're drunk or high"
"So? I'm an adult, baby"
"Really? Because you're acting like a fucking kid" I shouted.
He came up to me again. Slowly like a cat creeping up on its prey.
He looked beautiful. A stubble of a few days. Slightly messy hair. Red eyes caused by fatigue. Maybe by something else.
"Try to calm down"
He touched my hand.
Cold.
"What would you do in my place?"
I walked away from him. His hurt eyesight. He aroused guilt, but not this time, baby.
He shook his head. He combed his blond hair with his long fingers.
He walked over to the door. He leaned against the doorframe.
"I don't know"
Silence.
"Maybe I'd stop acting like a fucking bitch"
He didn't regret it.
I grabbed the white mug from the kitchen counter.
I threw it at him.
Crashed against the wall.
Chipped paint.
"Get the fuck out of here" I didn't regret it either.
"What's wrong with you? Fucking bitch"
The sound of a closing door.
My tears.
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Our fight. Our fights.
They reminded me that we weren't perfect.
Nobody is.
And that was the most beautiful thing about us.
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nine things || lrh
FanfictionHow did I get here? It's a long story. Will I tell you about it? Maybe. Certainly not all of it. I don't have that much time. But I will find time for a few things. Nine things to be exact. *italics flashback*
