Hurricane
based on the song Hurricane by Thirty Seconds to Mars.
Paring: Matt x Carys
She wanted out, and it wasn't the first time she'd wanted to do this, either. Sighing, she laid back in the empty bed, pondering her escape, and all while she thought of this, she felt suffocated; like she couldn't breathe.
As usual, he wasn't there; he was out with some girl, most probably having sex with her in some alley, and if that was the case, Carys wouldn't have been much for him changing.
Another sigh, and she sat up, listening to the pouring rain pounding against the windows and ground outside, wondering...where did he go?
"Would you kill to save a life? Tell me, Car, would you kill to prove you're right?" he sneered, smirking in the doorway. He stank of alcohol, cheap perfume and sex. Carys grimaced, that feeling of sick denial creeping through her body slowly, only to be followed by the overwhelming urge to be sick "Well, Car? Would you?"
"Of course I would, if it came down to it." she snapped back in reply, her hazel eyes flashing dangerously with anger, as he stood and watched her, looking rather amused with himself. Carys growled under her breath, before realising what their relationship really was.
Crash, crash, burn. Let it all burn.
That seemed to sum their relationship completely. Crash and burn.
At the time, they seemed to be crashing again, and perhaps for the last time, but of course, she said every time would be the last time they crashed and burned.
Even after everything that had happened, she didn't understand why he did this. Of course she believed his excuse, which was that he'd never had fun or known what it was like to be single, to be a crock of bullshit. Carys had believed Matt to be dead, and in during that time, she'd dared to fall in love with a handsome, funny, cute, amazing cop, who in turn, died on her.
All of this, she'd never forget.
Like she'd never forgive the lies that she'd lived; the whole "normal" person, not a genius lie, the "I've never murdered" lie...none of which, she'd regret.
God had never been there when Carys needed him, and yet...she always wondered where her God was.
"D-do you really want me?" Carys managed to utter through gritted teeth. It felt to her as if her heart was a riot, and it was about to burst forth from her chest "Or do you really want me d-dead?"
"Alive." Matt snorted back, leaning back against the door, lighting up a cigarette "Alive, only to torture you for all the dirty fucking sins you've committed in your little lifetime. Hell, one of your favourite little sins is to live a lie. Live that lie that you're normal."
"I am normal." she spat back, springing up from the messy bed, snarling like some angry animal, baring her teeth and all. Matt almost flinched back, as if she were chasing him away, like a hurricane chasing people from their homes.
She was like a hurricane, really. She was an angry person, but when she let you in enough, you'd see the good; like the calm in the eye of a storm.
If you abused that trust, she'd destroy everything in her path.
She thought back as she glared at him. The promises he'd sworn to her had been nothing but lies and they'd never been enough. All those times she prayed to that mythical God who loved of all His children became an addiction; like some sort of drug to keep her sane enough to work and live. The secrets that she'd told Matsuda of Wammy's and her past would never be known to the rest of the world, thankfully, and after her pondering, she decided.
They had to let their relationship go. They had to let their love go.
"Get out," Carys muttered darkly, shoving him back and turning to bed. Matt stared at her, dumbstruck as his lover returned to bed "We're done. I don't want you in this house at all, ever, again."
"Car..." he blinked "No. don't say that..."
"I mean it. Get. Out." she yelled, throwing a nearby cup at his head. Matt dodged and stared, before turning away and thinking back on his own life.
He'd killed twice. The first time he killed was to save a life. To save her life from that raven haired bastard, Beyond.
The second time he'd killed, was to prove his point, and to prove he was certainly right. No one but he knew the truth behind Matsuda's "accidental" death.
As he walked towards the front door, he recalled her words from earlier.
"Do you really want me? Or do you really want me dead?"
What if he put himself in her shoes for a second, how would he feel to be dragged down to that desperate level?
Matt bit back the bitter taste of guilt; that bitter taste he got in his mouth every time he touched another woman. That bitter taste he hated so much.
As he left what was once their shared home, the cold rain battered against his face, and lightning flashed across the skies. Matt looked in, and answered the question in his head.
He wanted her to live the lie. Not to torture her for the sins she committed; her 'good deeds', as he called them indefinitely outweighed her sins.
But all in all, this proved their relationship perfectly.
Crash, crash, burn...let it all burn...
This hurricane's chasing us all underground.
