Six months earlier
"It was perfect , right?... What we had?"
Her voice quivered in the midst of the night's quietness and like an uncovered nerve she stood unprotected and defenseless to her own vulnerability. Her eyes couldn't meet his as for long because when he did they spoke the words she didn't want to hear silently, judging her and creating even more self doubt within her brain she was trying to control on her own for the first time since she could remember.
Her knees shook, her feet shifted and most of all her heart was unsteady.
He stood still practically unmoving and seemingly unimpressed by her presence or her courage to stand before him bare as she'd ever been with anyone.. not just him. Yet his pride and relentless mentality of always clearly seeing what was right, wrong and black and white couldn't let him succumb to urge he had to forgive her, hold her hand and say "I'm proud of you for being brave enough now to fully be you."
His shoulders shrugged with an air of arrogance and his lips twitched into a frown that gave off the impression that he didn't care or had the time to deal with her or their impossible situation.
"We started on a lie. So It could never be perfect."
With his words she nodded her head, bit her bottom lip and held back the tears. Her heart wept into her chest but couldn't break any more than it was already.
That was their issue and also the beginning for their journey.. That she couldn't see by her constant unsteadiness, brokenness, and realize the life that was right in front of her. She was too broken to see that she always had something to live for and He was too focused and determined to realize that not everyone can see the glass half full.. sometimes the glass can be completely full up to the rim and you still can feel empty.
He was the shore and she was the ocean's wild waves that crashed against the shore hard and fiercely. The two opposites were matched against each other by nature.
The shore steady and grounded, and the ocean's waves always renounced against anything being steady and grounded. The ocean was always about change and how quickly something can go from shallow to deep, rocky to calm. The shore was almost always the safest but the ocean was always more exciting. The shore maybe the obvious choice for what's best for you but the ocean had advantage that the shore never could.. the ocean eventually changed the scene of the shore but the shore never could completely change the ocean.
His thoughts told him to turn his back on her and he did. Yet as he walked away his heart called for him to look back and allow her now calm serene vibes as opposed to her old wild rapid tsunami's to change him the way she'd allowed his steady unmoving shore little by little change her.
Yet life wasn't a fairytale and people didn't always do what they they're heart told them. So he listened to his thoughts and left her and her vulnerability right where she stood.
"Baby, are you crying??"
Arianna hurriedly wiped her tears from her wetly stained cheeks. As she wiped her eyes she quickly then turned to grab the remote to paused the sad scene before her. She had been so engulfed into the rawness of the modern age romance that she hadn't heard Tristan come through the front door.
"It's so sad, Tristan." She mumbled never taking her eyes off of the 70 inch Sony television in front of her. "Their love could have been so beautiful but she was so broken that she couldn't see he only was trying to help her see what was best for her."
She rocked back and forth slightly with her legs crossed Indian style upon the black leather sofa. Tristan neared the couch with a smile he was trying to hold back straining his face, He wanted to laugh so bad at this moment. However he knew shouldn't and he tried his best not to.
