One Shot 1: The Gravity of Love
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love.
Enigma – Gravity Of Love
It was raining when Don stood outside the apartment building. His collar was turned up against the droplets of water that poured down from the black, heavy clouds above. It had been raining every day since he had left. His love for her was pouring out from his shattered heart like a facet. There were so many words he wanted to say to Grace, to his unborn daughter residing inside of her.
Instead all he could do was focus on the light gleaming from the closed window of their apartment as the rain pattered across the glass. He could see Grace's pregnant form lingering in the window of their living room, She was holding up a yellow, baby grow sizing it up against her swollen stomach.
Five months pregnant.
Don wondered if she could feel the baby moving around inside her. If their baby had started to kick, if the cravings had started.
Don shoved his hands even deeper into the pockets of his leather jacket as he buried his face into the blue and green chequered scarf. The scent of Grace's smoky perfume clung to soft material as he inhaled deeply. He missed her so badly. His heart was physically aching at the sensation that was filling him up from the inside.
God he was so lost at the moment, so god damn lonely without her. He shivered against the cold, icy breeze that was blitzing through the air. He should be up there with her, holding her, loving her.
Don turned his head away staring down the empty street as he gnawed her lower lip in indecision. It would be so easy just to climb those stairs and slip into the apartment taking his rightful place by her side but he couldn't.
Leaving had been horrendous act on his part, it had torn Don up in ways he couldn't being himself to admit. His heart was breaking into thousands of pieces as he stood here every night watching that window. Sometimes he saw Grace and others he simply watched over her and their baby while they slept, remembering the nights he'd spent with her curled up against his side.
Don exhaled deeply before turning his back upon the place he had once called home.
Leaving was the price of what Maplin had done to him.
Walking away was the price of his salvation.
Welcome to what will hopefully become the first of many one shots from Complicated. I always imagined this scene to have made an appearance sometime after Don left and before him and Grace had that fight in the break room over her priories.