New inspiration-new story... Alright so this is completely au and whatnot so just try and stick around, yeah?
The room was filled with a pain that they both felt. Hearts broken, eyes filled with tears, and promises shattered. It's dark and they are both up, no longer finding comfort in each other—how could they?
Her trust had been broken so many times over that she questioned whether or not it was still there—she suspects that, really, she expects it.
And he doesn't disappoint.
She's sitting up her back facing him. Her heart is shattered and, yet, it still resides in her chest instead of the floor. She supposes she always did have a hard time letting him go.
"Malia" she had always loved the way he said her name, like a promise, a vow to never be broken but she feels like its grating on her ears. Everything is so loud, lately. Just so loud.
She stands up and continues to look out the window—she doesn't think she would survive looking at him.
"Malia, please" she feels weak "I—I'm sorry"
'sorry doesn't help' is on the tip of her tongue, her parents had always told her that—'don't do the wrong in the first place and you won't have to say sorry' instead she doesn't speak at all. She swallows her words and inhales sharply, she shuffles to the door
"Mal—where are you going?"
She doesn't answer, she's not sure she's capable of answering. So she just takes in deep breath, and exits the room. The door is closed behind her, she leans against it and tears and falling down her face, no words escaping her, no cries.
Just tears.
She had been so silent lately.
She wants to move to wipe them but she figures it doesn't matter, the hallway is dark, pitch black—no one can see her shame. She opens her mouth; she wants to scream, to cry, to sob, to let the world know her pain. But she doesn't. Instead it hangs open and it doesn't close till a tear hits her tongue.
Looking around she realizes that he didn't move, maybe he thought she needed space, maybe he thought this is what she wanted. She gently pushes herself away from the door and goes to the room exactly opposite of hers, she pushes the door open and the soft light from the window kisses her cheeks.
The moon had always provided her some comfort, even when it was her destruction.
If she was in complete control of herself, she would laugh humorlessly—he's her moon. Always had been. Always will be.
She closes the door behind her and lets the soft click fill the room, she walks to where there's a tiny crib and peers in—soft skin, big eyes, brown hair. She was Malia's world.
Gently she picks up the sleeping baby and holds her to her chest, softly shushing her when she squirms. She sits on the floor, leaning against the crib—the moon bathed them in its light when she sat there.
"One day" she whispered softly "Me and you will be free" she looks down at the child, her pink bow shaped lips, her big pale cheeks, light brown hair. Her heart aches in ways she had grown used to—it always killed her. She shouldn't be used to this.
She looks up and out the window, the moon calls her softly and she looks down. They could be free.
They had both endured too much from him, from that man.
The man who Malia can't see herself without because—he's her soulmate. In every way of the world, he is—there will never be someone who understands her better, who knows how to love her fiercely and softly at the same time, someone who will make her feel whole like he does.
But she can't stay.
She stands up a renewed strength—she places the baby in the crib and shuffles around the room quickly moving about and throwing what she needs in a diaper bag. She swings the bag over her shoulder, and quickly straps the baby to her chest—this is it.
The door is gently pushed open and she reaches inside the guest room where she had spent what feels like years in—her room wasn't really her room anymore.
She packs a few things that she needs and is about to close the door when she drops one of the bags softly and looks at her hand. It shines under the light, sparkling softly under the moon light.
With a shaky breath—she moves and twists it off her finger. Her whole body feels lighter, yet heavier. She kisses it softly and releases a few tears. She gently places it on the nightstand and closes the door.
As she steps out of the house—she realizes this is the farthest she's ever gotten.
The moon brushes her face and her daughter's, giving her what she needs. With a soft breath, she closes the door behind her and walks off the porch.
"We'll be okay" she lays a gentle kiss on her daughter's soft skin and smiles—she believes it for once. She wants to run but with a soft sigh, she realizes that walking would be just fine—it would be perfect, actually.
With wet cheeks, wet eyes but a safe and dry hope—she starts. Walking away from what is her present hoping to make it her past.
She has nowhere to go, but she can't bring herself to care so she just lets the moon guide her way.
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Another silent house, another heart breaking in it. This time it belongs to a man, a father, a husband—a broken man.
"I—" she chokes on her words as she looks at her husband, they stand far away from each other but for him, it's never far enough "I am so sorry"
He shakes his head and everything hurts—he knows that she's sorry, she always is. And it's always genuine. That's what makes it so hard so fully never forgive her, to get to a place that was 'too far' for him.
"I know" soft and airy is his voice, nothing strong about it, about how he's crumbling right in front of her and she can't seem to really see what she's doing to them.
"I love you" she takes a step closer and he takes a step back, the hurt that flashes across her face is enough for him to forgive her—he doesn't want to hurt her.
Despite her hurting him.
"I know"
"Scott, I love you so much" she releases a deep sigh "Please, know I love you"
"I do"
"okay"
He wants to hug her, to kiss her, to love her but he can't—this is too much for him. With a deep breath he walks out of the bedroom leaving his heart on the floor.
He considers going into his kids' room but—no, he doesn't want to worry them. So he just goes downstairs, sits on the couch and looks at the window that rests next to him.
Moonlight shines through and graces his features softly lighting the area around him, the remote on the coffee table, the wedding band on his left ring finger and the tears coating his face.
A whimper escapes him "oh god" he breathes out softly, letting the heartbreak embrace him. He hunches over and tries to muffle his sobs with his hands, he knows he's doing a shit job but the kids don't wake up and she doesn't run downstairs so he just continues to sob letting the heartbreak convey itself in every whimper.
This isn't the first time he was left feeling like his chest was going to implode on itself—he knew it wasn't going to be the last time either.
She couldn't help herself and it was always with him—he who had a wife, a daughter both who loved him more than life itself. Scott wanted to hate him but he couldn't.
He never could.
Softly he wipes his eyes and nose both runny. He leans back against the couch letting the cushions swallow him and comfort him, embrace him. He wishes for nothing more than to be held tightly and loved and feel like—a shaky breath makes him realize how past hurt he is.
He just wants to feel loved, like he makes her feel, like how he felt when they were first married.
He takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes—sleep never comes, not that he expected it to, and he's left feeling like he's life is crumbling around him.
It's so much so he just lays there with his eyes closed, softly breathing and lets the tears roll down his face—there's other way for him.
Not that he sees.
Not that he would even consider it.
He just loves her so much.
A deep intake of air then a knock on the door is heard.
So, yeah everything will kinda get moving next chapter and as the story goes on you will understand what's going on. Review?
