The words grew blurry and out of focus as anger fogged my mind. That fucking bastard. He thought he could get away with it. He thought I could live the moment like he did, forget about everything we had done in the past, forget every second of doubt and depression he had put me through. I had given him a chance. I had given him many, many chances, but he just didn't take the clue.
I looked up from my book. He was sitting cross legged just across the room in a big red armchair, a suitcase of money in front of him. He held one wad of hundred dollar bills in his gentle hands, his fingers counting it over and over again...
I stared into his shiny black sunglasses, where I knew his stare was meeting mine. His scarred lip twitched.
I wasn't sure if I was more angry at him, or at myself. It was I who had agreed to the assassination job, and it was I who had agreed to marry him 6 years ago. I loved him despite everything he had done to me, all the betrayal, even though I knew it was his fault my daughter had died. I wanted to scream at him, I wanted to stab a finger into his chest and tell him it was his fault we each had a hundred thousand dollar reward on our heads. But all I did was sit, and look. Silently.
He put the money down and took off his glasses. His innocent blue eyes were there, their gaze hitting me like sweet venom. His eyes wandered to the table, where our divorce papers lay, completely untouched by either one of us. He picked up the papers, examining them without emotion. He put them back and looked at me, as though daring me to do it, to end our relationship forever.
I snatched up the papers, flicked a lighter and set fire to them.
The pile of ashes on the table lay there in a sinister fashion, but I paid no mind. I took his hand in my own, and we both left, on to our next job.
I hated myself so much. But there was nothing I could do, nothing at all.
Author notes
Very strange story... but anyway, I hope you like it.
Trillian =)
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O.O Wow...I never get how this sort of love works...O.O Ah, ell, just inexperienced me.
Very good write.
-HT
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THis was good 2 read. Some questions were left unanswered, but i got the vibe that that was how it was supposed to be. You have a good handle on describing emotional thinking. Very powerful concept and good carry through. I enjoyed this! Thx 4 the wonderful read! durian.
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Nice =D Its already one of my favorite... I think you really got the type of emotions across in your story that I wanted in the contest.
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Huh...
Well, I for one liked it, the ease of seeing how much the person cared for her daughter, hated the relationship she was in, and the self loathing, simply for letting it all happen. Very well done. I cant really comment on the dialog, as there was none, but, hey that was the point of the contest, no? To many commas in that last sentance, I know... It was slightly confusing, the fact that nothing was explained, but it is easy enough to figure out I suppose... Nothing more to say really...
Kenny, Kenneth, Keith
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