Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately.
A/N: This will just be a series of silent, unrelated one-shots, all focusing around Kate; some romantic, some purely emotional, etc. I'll update as they come to me, and.. No telling how many there'll be. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
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Golden Moments.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
~Delmore Schwartz
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Words.
Those three little words reached her ears and she buried herself deeper into the covers, looking for any kind of warmth she could get. The cold was sweeping over her, chilling every inch of her body, but she refused to shudder. She refused to freeze up, she refused to let her partner know. It had been all heat, all warmth a few moments ago and now she felt like she was about to freeze to death. All because of three simple words.
He got up, sending her a smile as he pulled on his boxers. Red and black plaid ones she liked better than any of the other ones in his drawer, for some reason or another. She forced a small smile back at him, knowing it was all that he needed to be convinced everything was fine. She buried herself deeper in the covers as a shiver ran through her, suddenly glad that he couldn't find his pants and his back was turned. She wanted him to go, to leave, to get dressed and to go home but she also wanted him to stay, to hold her tight, to fall asleep with her in his arms and to make this his home.
He pulled his shirt over his head and she let out a small sigh, grateful that he was far away enough that he wouldn't be able to tell. Kate wasn't stupid, she wasn't naive, she knew it would never happen. He had his home, she had her's, and it didn't matter what he said because none of it was true. His proclamations of love were false unless he said this, not you. She knew full well that he didn't love her, he just loved what she did to him. That was all he wanted, all he needed.
If it were love he wouldn't have to say it. If it were love he would stay in bed more than five minutes after, he would hold her. He would be content to just be with her, silent, happy, together. He would want to hold her and date her and be with her in more ways than just one. This wasn't love, his repeated words and her repeated nods and their repeated nights. It wasn't love, no matter how much he wanted her to think so and how much she wanted it to be.
Love was more than words, and that's all he had for her. Words. Not actions, not love, words.
Kate buried her head in the pillow as he left the room, telling her one more time that he loves her before he left. She heard the door shut and knew she was truly all alone, all alone with the silence and the words that he always wanted to speak, as if trying to convince himself more than her.
She knew that words were empty. Actions were all that mattered. Everyone's words lie. Nobody's actions do.
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