one more night
"You say you're sorry but you're not."
She looked at him as he looked at her. He could see the fire lighting up in the depths of her amber colored eyes and remembered the reason he started to fall for her in the first place. She could see the storm raging in his one blue eye and one green eye, as if the ocean was trying to rip the two of them apart once and for all. His eyes reminded her of why she loved him in the first place.
"I would never make that big of a mistake," he told her calmly, the storm within him fighting to come out. "You know me better than that."
"Don't lie to me, Fisher," she sneered, her voice shrill and venomous as she spoke his name. It tasted like poison in her mouth.
"You say you're sorry but you're not, Massie" Cam stated, his voice still calm, though this time with a hint of accusation.
"I would never make that big of a mistake," she repeated his line. "You should know me better than that." Massie turned on her little heel and made her way to the door, knocking over his nightstand and slamming the door on her way out because she was the drama queen, and nobody would ever be able to strip such a title from her.
The grass was green today. The skies were blue and cloudless. The day appeared to be perfect, but it was so full of flaws. They were so full of flaws.
"This is the last time I'm letting you come back begging," she said to him the following day.
"It was all you," he reminded her, as if he was not the one that should have been blamed for all of the problems that they had.
"You're such a liar. I don't even know why I'm with you." That was a lie. She knew precisely why she was with him. He put up with all of the horrible things that she did to him and he always took her back. He made her feel like she was the best thing in the world, as if she were always on top of it. Cam always made her feel miserable in the simplest ways, but there was something about the pain he gave her that made her more attracted to him and crawl back when she'd made a mistake wanting more and more to get drunk off of the misery and heartbreak he fed her. In some sick way, he was her other half, no matter how broken the two of them were.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"You're not," she replied, not bothering to look his way. Cam took Massie's hand in his and squeezed it. To be completely honest, he wasn't sorry. She knew that.
"You know you're not the best all of the time. Sometimes I can hardly stand to even look at you," he breathed half-heartedly. But the truth was: he knew that he wouldn't be able to live in a world without her. She tormented him each and every day and always took him back when he came groveling at her feet. He could never get enough of her and the pain that she brought his way. Massie ripped open and clawed at all of his mistakes, never letting a scar heal right. In some sick way, they loved each other; in each and every way, the deserved each other. They both looked at each other, the fire and the storm.
"I could never love you," they lied.