Post by amouri on Jul 13, 2009 14:08:07 GMT -6
"Hun? You there?" He listened tensely for a few seconds, but as the following silence continued onward, he turned in bed so he was facing into the wall.
She was obviously asleep. Or pretending to be.
She did that sometimes. Just because she didn't see any reason to speak to him.
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
He frowned miserably. It was always like this. Maybe in the beginning it had been different...he honestly couldn't remember. Pathetic really.
He held his breath, listening once more to her breathing.
It was steady. She could be asleep after all.
Or not. She was good at faking it.
Oh yes, she was a sly one alright. Could twist any man around her finger as easy as anything, he reckoned.
But-only HE was the man she had managed to get...
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
He pulled the covers up with a shiver. Sometimes she could be so cold...Ice Queen was a fitting alias for her had she needed one.
But oh, she was so very skilled at concealing that from outsiders.
Everyone knew her as the butcher's wife, the happy cheerful social Nelliander.
But with all the smiles and winks she flashed him in public, acting out the typical romantic married couple...but behind those green eyes were things that shouldn't be spoken of.
He grimaced as he remembered the many arguments, the feuds, the rare times he had actually had to stop her physically from harming him...
It was all so messed up. So wrong. Something was not right.
Only when I stop to think about it
He frowned. When was the last time they had had a good time? The last time she had bid him good morning or goodnight?
He tried to please her, he really did. But it was all just nag, nag, nag.
He hadn't....hadn't heard a kind word that wasn't a show put on for onlookers to swallow as the truth, for months.
He swallowed as he realized what he had already known for a long time, but had just hated the idea of admitting it to himself.
They hated each other.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Sweat formed on his forehead as the thought occurred to him.
He loved her...didn't he?
Come on, they were married! They couldn't just HATE each other...could they?
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
He silently got up. She shifted slightly, but didn't otherwise react. She WAS sleeping. After all.
He pulled on his jeans and went downstairs, seating himself with a weary sigh at the table.
The clock was ticking from somewhere, he couldn't remember the exact location seeing as she had moved things around in the kitchen.
There had been love in the beginning...or at least something similar, he was sure of that. But something had changed, he just couldn't place it.
Only when I stop to think about it
The many arguments...the things that had just been pushed aside instead of solved peacefully.
The things they never got on about.
"I knew when I married you, that you were selfish and spoiled." He snapped angrily, advancing towards her. He paused.
"But I loved you." He whispered. "Even if it didn't seem obvious-"
"I married you even though I didn't love you." She retorted, not even flinching at his obviously aggressive approach. "You knew that. Aren't you as much to blame as I?"
He didn't answer, his face pale with shock.
He turned and walked out of the room.
He remembered that one well. It wasn't long ago either.
He sighed, burying his face in his hands.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
But then there had been the times where even though no obvious reason for hostility had been, she had still given him the cold shoulder. Why?
He whistled a merry tune as he dumped his bag of groceries. "You making dinner?" He asked as he came over to sniff at the pot of simmering vegetables she was attending to.
She nodded absentmindedly.
"Smells delicious." He said snugly, kissing her ear.
She shrugged him off irritably.
"Go wash. You stink of meat."
He sighed. "Sure thing hun."
He sent her a slightly hurt glance, which she ignored.
WHY?!
Only when I stop to think
About you, I know
Only when you stop to think
About me, do you know
The reason didn't seem to be there...It was hiding...out of sight.
What could it be?
Money problems?
No...Even though they weren't wealthy, he was positive that they weren't poor...
Her smoking problems she had cut out...He still had a suspicion that she might have taken a small sip of the bottle now and then...but he doubted it was anything major...
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything all about me
Why do you love me
He snarled angrily, pulling at the small tuft of hair above his forehead.
Why?! Why was it like this? Why couldn't she just outright give the reason and cooperate in finding a way to solve it? She wasn't happy, why drag it out?
He fumed in silence, the clock ticking on.
It was stupid. She was always insulting him, or just ignoring him overall.
Why...?
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
He sighed.
A few seconds later the clock struck, and he was surprised to see the time.
No matter, he usually went to work early anyway.
An hour more or less didn't matter much.
As he pulled on his usual shirt, gathering his smock, which he just noticed had of course not been washed.
He sighed.
As he passed the stairs, he hesitated.
But then he shook his head and went out of the door.
Why say goodbye?
He'd be back.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
((THIS IS A DRABBLE ON BARRY AND HIS WIFE. HELL YEAH.))
She was obviously asleep. Or pretending to be.
She did that sometimes. Just because she didn't see any reason to speak to him.
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
He frowned miserably. It was always like this. Maybe in the beginning it had been different...he honestly couldn't remember. Pathetic really.
He held his breath, listening once more to her breathing.
It was steady. She could be asleep after all.
Or not. She was good at faking it.
Oh yes, she was a sly one alright. Could twist any man around her finger as easy as anything, he reckoned.
But-only HE was the man she had managed to get...
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
He pulled the covers up with a shiver. Sometimes she could be so cold...Ice Queen was a fitting alias for her had she needed one.
But oh, she was so very skilled at concealing that from outsiders.
Everyone knew her as the butcher's wife, the happy cheerful social Nelliander.
But with all the smiles and winks she flashed him in public, acting out the typical romantic married couple...but behind those green eyes were things that shouldn't be spoken of.
He grimaced as he remembered the many arguments, the feuds, the rare times he had actually had to stop her physically from harming him...
It was all so messed up. So wrong. Something was not right.
Only when I stop to think about it
He frowned. When was the last time they had had a good time? The last time she had bid him good morning or goodnight?
He tried to please her, he really did. But it was all just nag, nag, nag.
He hadn't....hadn't heard a kind word that wasn't a show put on for onlookers to swallow as the truth, for months.
He swallowed as he realized what he had already known for a long time, but had just hated the idea of admitting it to himself.
They hated each other.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Sweat formed on his forehead as the thought occurred to him.
He loved her...didn't he?
Come on, they were married! They couldn't just HATE each other...could they?
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
He silently got up. She shifted slightly, but didn't otherwise react. She WAS sleeping. After all.
He pulled on his jeans and went downstairs, seating himself with a weary sigh at the table.
The clock was ticking from somewhere, he couldn't remember the exact location seeing as she had moved things around in the kitchen.
There had been love in the beginning...or at least something similar, he was sure of that. But something had changed, he just couldn't place it.
Only when I stop to think about it
The many arguments...the things that had just been pushed aside instead of solved peacefully.
The things they never got on about.
"I knew when I married you, that you were selfish and spoiled." He snapped angrily, advancing towards her. He paused.
"But I loved you." He whispered. "Even if it didn't seem obvious-"
"I married you even though I didn't love you." She retorted, not even flinching at his obviously aggressive approach. "You knew that. Aren't you as much to blame as I?"
He didn't answer, his face pale with shock.
He turned and walked out of the room.
He remembered that one well. It wasn't long ago either.
He sighed, burying his face in his hands.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
But then there had been the times where even though no obvious reason for hostility had been, she had still given him the cold shoulder. Why?
He whistled a merry tune as he dumped his bag of groceries. "You making dinner?" He asked as he came over to sniff at the pot of simmering vegetables she was attending to.
She nodded absentmindedly.
"Smells delicious." He said snugly, kissing her ear.
She shrugged him off irritably.
"Go wash. You stink of meat."
He sighed. "Sure thing hun."
He sent her a slightly hurt glance, which she ignored.
WHY?!
Only when I stop to think
About you, I know
Only when you stop to think
About me, do you know
The reason didn't seem to be there...It was hiding...out of sight.
What could it be?
Money problems?
No...Even though they weren't wealthy, he was positive that they weren't poor...
Her smoking problems she had cut out...He still had a suspicion that she might have taken a small sip of the bottle now and then...but he doubted it was anything major...
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything all about me
Why do you love me
He snarled angrily, pulling at the small tuft of hair above his forehead.
Why?! Why was it like this? Why couldn't she just outright give the reason and cooperate in finding a way to solve it? She wasn't happy, why drag it out?
He fumed in silence, the clock ticking on.
It was stupid. She was always insulting him, or just ignoring him overall.
Why...?
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me
He sighed.
A few seconds later the clock struck, and he was surprised to see the time.
No matter, he usually went to work early anyway.
An hour more or less didn't matter much.
As he pulled on his usual shirt, gathering his smock, which he just noticed had of course not been washed.
He sighed.
As he passed the stairs, he hesitated.
But then he shook his head and went out of the door.
Why say goodbye?
He'd be back.
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
((THIS IS A DRABBLE ON BARRY AND HIS WIFE. HELL YEAH.))
