/AN: So! First off, thank you for taking the time to read my work, it really means a lot to me! This is just something I wrote up after finishing my binge of Addams Family fanfics and listening to Michael Jackson's "Human Nature". If you want, leave a review of what you thought of this. I shan't waste anymore time, happy reading!/

Gomez,

I'm sorry for my actions and I never meant to hurt you. It was just human nature… Mon amour, we are growing apart. You knew of this. I was merely upset and I let things get far too out of hand~

She entered the room, bringing a rush of emotions hurling at him. It was just them now, the children having gone to school and Lurch several floors below. She leaned in the doorway in an inappropriately casual manor that was unfitting for the up coming conversation that could very well be the end of the pair.

Gomez and Morticia.

He did not acknowledge her presence nor did he look up from the note in hand. Growing apart? The understatement of the century! She was, in fact, much closer to other men than him now and what more did she have to say after leaving him that fateful note? In some ways, Gomez did not care. Yet he knew the conversation was approaching and he finally met her sorrowful eyes.

"You got my note…" she hesitated. "Mon Cher."

For once, he did not get excited at the sound of her French. Her paleness, her sleekness, her curves had no affect on him anymore. Gone were the days of kisses and moans of "Tish". He merely stared more.

Sighing, Morticia had come to fully grasp the damage she had done. He was a broken man now. Perhaps, even beyond repair and most definitely beyond her repair. What was the point of trying to reconcile than? She wondered as she opened her mouth, only to shut it. What was there to say? The passion, the drive, the lovely darkness they had built together was gone and all that remained were ghosts of memories. She spoke softly that she should never have even laid eyes on that man, that this was all a mistake that~

He interrupted her. He scolded her that this was no mistake and "what was done was done" in an unforgiving tone. These words were not meant to comfort, they were meant to show his point. A thin barrier remained and it was time for it to come crumbling down.

"Gomez, please!" she shrieked. "Please, Mon Cher. I don't want to fight, I don't want to lose all we have…"

He watched as her voice faded and tears filled her eyes, finding that he too was at a loss of audibility. It was then that Gomez realized he must calm himself if things were to end, it best be on semi-happiest note possible. After he thought through her words, he felt a memory come on…

It was a cool night in the graveyard, yet it seemed the world heated up the second she arrived. He knew her to be Morticia Frump; the rebel of the Frump family with her chic gothic looks that appealed to Gomez Addams. It would be a complete lie to say that he hadn't thought over how much Morticia would fit in with his family… he had seen her around the city and school before and watched Morticia's very "Addams Like" behaviors. They hadn't spoke much at school and they shared only French class together. Oh, French! Even a single word dipped in that beautiful language leaving her mouth would give his nerves a joy ride. Unfortunately, he was quite sure she didn't notice him at all.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight as she came and sat next to him. Morticia, the French night-goddess herself! Perhaps she really had noticed him before! It was all so exciting; he had to muster all the feelings of swooping her up and dancing with her then and there. All thoughts of mourning the dead person that brought them together were forgotten as she mumbled a seductive "hello"…

It was that very word that interrupted his memory of happier times.

"Gomez? Hello?" she asked, stepping out of the doorframe.

He sighed and regained his thought train. "Its over, isn't it?"

Morticia shut her makeup-heavy eyelids. Was that what she wanted? "Freedom"? No, she knew the answer was a solid no. Gomez was her freedom and held every ounce of joy she ever felt. And she literally screwed it their relationship away. There was only one answer, and it would be easy on no one…

/AN: all right, I am fully aware of how sucky that was and please refrain from flaming the -heck- out of me. Nonetheless, dearest readers, I have decided to leave the fate of Morticia and Gomez in your hands. Yes, you also have a choice to make! If you would like to hear the end to this story, follow it or review stating that you would like to see it through. If you think it is better as a one-shot, just favorite or review. I appreciate your feedback very much!