Title: A Day Like Any Other
Summary: Today is no different.
Spoilers: Actually, there are none at all in this one!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. :(
Author's Note: Hey guys! So I wrote this WAY back in 2009 on my iPod, and for some reason never put it up. I figured now was as good a time as ever! I may have one or two others ready to go up, so keep your eyes peeled! I don't want you to think this is my "return to fan fiction" because it isn't, unfortunately. I haven't been inspired in some time. :( But, a random one may pop up every once in a while, so don't leave me completely. I do hope you like this one. It's short (VERY short) and kind of random. I liked it, so that's all that matters. Read and review, please!
A Day Like Any Other
When I woke up this morning, the atmosphere was different. I can't tell if it's good or bad.
The sky is gray and the wind is howling through the trees. It's winter in Las Vegas, and everyone can feel the chill in the air.
Even the way Gil looks at me this morning is disconcerting. It's like he's trying very hard to figure something important out.
He hasn't said a word to me since I got out of the shower, and his coolness is putting me off.
His silence reverberates throughout the townhouse, and I pull my sweater a little tighter around me to keep the chill of the weather and his demeanour out.
He's promised a thousand times over that he won't leave me again, and I believe him. His serious contemplating right now though has me questioning my faith in him.
He stares at me with such an intensity in his eyes that I'm momentarily frightened of the combination of passion and emptiness in them.
It's only when he slowly puts down his coffee and whispers, "I love you," that I relax and feel it is safe to breathe again. Though the clouds loom and the chill remains, the ice that has encased my heart for fifteen years begins to melt away, leaving me with the feeling that the day will be alright.
I nod in recognition and return to my coffee. The day will carry on like any other. Now that he's spoken, I don't know what I was so worried about in the first place.
-End-