Ultraviolent: Short Stories

Played

She looks into his grey eyes, they're not the same bright blue color like they way were when she first met him.

Days with each other are beginning to drain out, their feelings are becoming different. He's been acting a bit off lately, but she can't quite put her finger on it.

She feels as she loves him a bit too much, even though she knows she's not supposed to. She can't help it.

His lack of interest, lack of reminding her how beautiful she truly is, and lack of appreciation, makes her start to wonder if there's a third person involved. No matter how many times she asks, he always patiently says no. Or every time she asks him if he still wants her, he always says yes.

The silence of them were becoming more uncomfortable.

"Do you feel different? Be honest." He asks, looking into her eyes. "Do you?", her voice begins to shake, expecting him to say yes.

"I don't. But you, you're not here..." He explains silently. She's confused because she's felt the same way about him, that's why she's been so distant.

"I'm here. I feel the same way about you, you seem uninterested." She softly explains, looking down to her legs. "No, I know I'm busy all the time, with two jobs and all. I'm really sorry." He frowns, grabbing her hand, softly rubbing her thumb.

"I know. All this time I thought you felt different, like you don't want this anymore." She looks back down, trying to hold everything together.

"No, I'm just," He pauses, "in a weird spot right now. I'm not me, I don't really know who I am, I'm so lost..." He shakes his head, "I know but tell me something," she looks into his eyes, she's heard it all before. "Why do you want me here? You always say you want me, but you always explain you're not yourself." She asks confidently, waiting for his response, made her become more anxious because she's afraid of his answers.

He sees the tears build up in her cheeks.

"Because, you're always here. You're the only support I've got. You make me happy. And I hate life, but you, you make me hate it less."

She breathes out in relief, he hasn't been this sweet to her in days, weeks even.

"It has nothing to do with you, or us. I'm just genuinely lost in life, this is who I am right now. It's not fair to you, because you're so amazing and I'm so sorry that I'm adding more to your stress. I feel so bad." He turns his head in shame, she places her hands on his cheeks pulling his head towards her, she stares into his dark eyes.

"Don't apologize, I get it. But you do know that I don't want to make everything worse, or put anymore stress on you, right? I know you're having a hard time, that's why I've been giving you space, but like you said, I'm always here. It's hard for both of us, separately. But you've been with me throughout so much, I'm gonna be with you throughout whatever you're going through now, unless you don't want me to. I really think you working every single day is draining you, if it's not me. The lack of sleep, and the stress of being so busy is what's putting you in this mindset. I'm not telling you to quit, I'm telling you what I think. Just do what's best for you. What makes you happy. Just think soon, you'll be back in track of yourself, you always do."

Those words reminds him of what he fell for, how beautiful she really is. Her words have always made everything better.

His hands cups her face, "thank you, I really appreciate you. You mean a lot to me." He softly smiles.

Before she could respond, his lips connects onto hers. The kiss felt like it was the first time they kissed.

She couldn't help but cry because of how much she feels for him—Love.

Breaking the kiss, he looks confused and worried,
"What's wrong?"

"I just wish you knew how I felt..."