Blame the plot bunnies. But don't hurt them, they're so cute.
She catches up with him at the elevators. She's hesitant; she's never seen him like this. Even after 11 years of marriage, she had never seen him like this. He's never been this, this furious.
Maybe he's never been this hurt.
"Derek," she realizes there's a hint of fear in her voice. But then again, she's been this hurt before.
His gaze turns to her, and honestly if looks could kill, she would have been in the morgue.
"I guess I'll take the stairs," he says flatly. He's holding it in but just barely.
"Derek, please. Can't we be adults about this?"
"Adults?" he spits. His voice dripping with sarcasm.
She braces for impact.
"Like adults who continually sleep with their husband's best friend? Adults who lie about the details of their affair? Adults Addison?"
Her name sounds like poison from his lips. He's nearly laughing.
"Derek, I never lied. I…"
He stops her. She knows she won't get a word in.
"Lying by omission is still lying. Everything was a lie. These last six months, nothing. Don't you see that? I would never have tried if I had known you stayed with him."
He's being so condescending.
And the saddest part, she can't help but feel she deserves it.
He looks at her one last time though not in the eye, "I want this city. This is mine."
She watches his figure head through the doors to the stairs. She never wanted this.
She feels so lost in the hallway.
She doesn't know if she'll make it home. She really doesn't care because he really didn't care. He never would have tried. And she can't seem to stop.
She wants to scream but she keeps it in.
She stands in front of the hotel mirror. To her, she looks nothing like the Addison she once known. But then again, nothing in her life now was like the Addison she knew, so maybe change was good. Change was necessary.
She picks up the scissors and prepares for change. Bits of hair fall to the floor and a feeling of release sweeps over her.
Mark was long gone, he had an early surgery. The words he said still echoing in her mind, "At least now you don't have to feel guilty anymore."
No guilt, no guilt, no guilt. Maybe that's what brought on this change.
She had done all she could and there was nothing left to do. It was out of her hands. All she could do was live with what she had left.
She was ready, today was the day she started over.
Outside on the coffee table, the ink on the divorce papers slowly dried, her rings set beside them.
Yes, today was the day she was going to put her life back together.
Why not believe in something, somethings got to be better than nothing
Just because it's the end of the beginning doesn't mean it's the beginning of the end
It's something new (I think). Hope you like it.
And I own nothing, I swear.