After discovering the truth behind her part in Richard's life Juliette returns home. They say time heals everything, but as time goes on both break more and more inside with each passing day. Everyday life without each other isn't the same, and it i...
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R I C H A R D
Two days after recording we split up and everyone went home. The boys offered to come home with me and stay the night, but I decided to do it on my own. After she left the boys have been there every step of the way, which I appreciate, but I never got much time to think and sort myself out like I want to. Then we had to jump right into touring and I closed off most of what was happening because it hurt too much. I couldn't bring myself to think too much of her, because then if I pictured her too clearly, I could relive the very same moment when she walked away and took my heart with her.
Stepping into this house felt different. There was a stillness to the air, and I waited by the door a little bit. Something in me felt like she would come out from the kitchen or living room and come right into my arms like she used to. When she didn't, my heart sunk. I felt the walls of the house inch in on me, and the silence only gave me space to think of her voice. The last time I heard it I was re-reading our old text messages and saw some voice notes. I can't even remember the number of times I replayed them.
As I walked around the empty house and it's rooms I saw her everywhere. I grabbed a bottle as I passed the bar, taking a shot to numb myself out as I recalled.
I saw her in the kitchen, her soft legs touching as she crossed her ankles behind her. She wore my white button down, which hugged her hips and the lower dips on each side. Strands of her hair touched the collar gently because her hair was pinned up, and the sleeves rolled up to expose her tiny hands.
I sat down on the couch, looked to my left and could see the full head of wild hair laying on top of my shoulder. I could see her knees coming up to her chest and her hands wrapped around them, and see her look up at me to see my reactions as she laughed. Most of the time I never watched anything besides her.
Walking to the backyard I took in the fresh air, and somehow a sniff of her perfume. The blanket was there and she was sitting in front of me, laughing, eating, and tucking her hand casually behind her ear because hair in her face bothered her. We would come together in brief kisses which turned into very heated ones, and then I found myself before the stairs.
My eyes shut as I downed and came to half of the bottle. When I opened them again I saw her coming down the stairs the day of our first date. With just one look she stole my heart, and ever since nothing has felt the same. Her beauty and everything about her was timeless. Just picturing her the way she looked that night makes me fall in love with her all over again. She was timeless. She didn't need to be perfect, she just needed to be herself. That's all it took for me to fall.
I made it to the top step. I made it down the corridor and stood between the two doors. I debated whether to even enter her room or just go straight into mine. After taking a couple more shots I walked right in. Everything looked different, but the same. Her paintings were missing from the walls, and her perfume and makeup were gone from her dresser. The bed was neatly made, but she never really slept on it anyways. I went into the closet, flicking in the light, and instantly recognizing some of the clothes she wore. The room smelled like her, and I couldn't help but get closer and bring the material of the dresses closer. I remembered feeling most of these as I hugged her for pictures, and then taking them off of her later on. I took the black one with me, carefully unchanging it. Tears pricked my eyes as I took one last look around at the bare room.
