A Collection of Imagines

Tom

Look at me 

I push the door open and set my keys on the table. I call out to him. No answer. He got off work an hour ago, and he's not here?

The neck of the bottle gleams through my intoxicated phase. It taunts me. Allures me. Through my boozy delusional fog.

I pier into the bedroom. My heart drops. He's sitting on the chair next to the desk. The same desk he placed me on and kissed me so passionately. Now, he uses it to stare at a half drunken bottle of whiskey. I thought this was over.

I don't want to look towards the door. I know she's there, probably with that concerning stare that she gives me whenever I glance at an alcoholic beverage. I hate that stare.

I know he's ignoring me. Why can't he look me in the eye? If he was going to make this decision, at least own up to it. 

I hear her move towards me. I place my head in my hands, so I wouldn't be tempted to glance at her beautiful disappointment. 

I crouch down directly in front of him. He is hiding his beautiful face from me. Once I see that it 's hidden, I need it in my view. 

I feel her hands slowly take away mine. However, I still don't make eye contact. I can't face her. 

He still hasn't looked at me. I wanted him to know that everything will be okay. "Look at me."

Her voice sounds muffled. I regret ever drinking that fucking bottle now. I can't hear clearly her voice. God, I hate myself.

He wasn't going to budge. I feel so helpless. I lean back and stare down at his feet. I don't know what to do.

She makes an unexpected move and I finally look at her. She's staring at my feet. I needed her eye contact now that I have involuntarily looked at her. I placed my hand under her chin. "Look at me." 

At those words, I looked up. His eyes are bloodshot and his breath smells heavily of booze, but he still looks beautiful.

I fully expected her to show only disappointment when her eyes meet mine, but the only emotion I saw was hope. All I could see was hope. Then, and only then, did I let the tears fall.

He started to cry. He started to cry in front of me. This has never happened before. He's usually so guarded from me. This makes me love and admire him more than I already do.

She moves to embrace me and I cannot handle it anymore. I bring her to my body and I hide my sobbing face into the crook of her neck. This woman has done more things for me than she will ever know.