A note from me: Okay, so i understand that i am in the midst of writing "Her Cold Touch" but this idea just POPPED into my head tonight while watching "Wing"...don't even ask why!
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Stan woke up from his sleepless slumber, eyes almost glued shut from crying so much. He sat up in bed, a pounding headache throbbing in his temple, and looked around. Looking around at his bedroom, still the way it was a week before, the reality of everything was restored in his mind. He felt fresh tears pour down his face as he stood up and half stumbled, half walked through his apartment to the washroom. He had been needing to pee for awhile now but hadn't cared enough to get up to do so. Upon entering the washroom he was greeted by the curling wand she had used to make ringlets in her hair that...that...night...and all the makeup tubes she had used to doll herself up were scattered about on the sink. The pouring tears rolling down his face had turned into loud, heart wrenching sobs. Stan quickly did his business and left, but not before glancing in the mirror. Truthfully, he looked like shit; his once shiny black hair was a mess all over his head; grease and old tears glued some pieces to his forehead. His face was as red as a dull tomato and his eyes were swollen with tears. He was also looking thinner; with the exception of a few pizza pockets here and there, he didn't even bother with food anymore. What was the point? Life was meaningless without her.
Still crying, Stan made his way back to his room and collapse lifelessly into the bed he once shared with Wendy.
..."Wendy"...Stan choked out her name between gasps of tears. "I LOVED HER, GOD DAMMIT!" He slammed his face into the pillow she once slept on. It still smelled of the herbal essences shampoo she used to wash her beautiful, long black hair with. Now it was drenched with the tears of her shattered boyfriend.
He considered, while grieving, about moving to the other side of South Park. This apartment didn't feel like home anymore, but it used to. Eight days previous, and it was the most comforting place in the world to him. Wendy would cook him meals, and he would cook her meals. She would often walk around singing and dancing, and sometimes would turn up the music to the point that the dishes would be shaking and the neighbors would be pounding on the door, telling them to "Turn it the fuck down". They shared everything from movies to kisses to the household chores. Wendy was a joy and meant the world to him.
"Now she's gone," Stan muttered, picking his head up from the pillow for the first time in hours and looked around their (well, his now) bedroom in disgust. He couldn't believe how a week of sadness had changed it.
What used to be a perfume scented, sunny, organized dwelling for him and the love of his life had transformed into a darkened (he had covered the window with a blanket after that...night) hole of sorrow. Plates of half eaten pizza pockets and tissues were strewn about the floor. Even the sounds were different: Screams of pleasure from his and Wendy's late night love making used to bounce off the wall; now sobs regarding her death circled the air and never left the room, giving even the air a melancholy feeling.
In short, one person's poor decision had royally fucked up Stan's entire life in under an hour of sixty minutes. All he had left of that person's decision was one of the stunning royal blue high heeled shoes she had been wearing at the time of her death; it had been recovered from the scene by one of Barbrady's assistance's and given to Stan personally.
Reaching around the floor, which is where it was amongst the garbage, Stan picked up her shoe and looked at it.
"Wendy, darling," he said sadly. "Your beautiful feet looked gorgeous in these." Sobbing uncontrollably, Stan threw it across the room, knocking over a lamp, and threw himself back down into the bed. He cried himself into yet another restless sleep, where he had to endure another nightmare of her death...
To be continued...
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