Another Night
This is the rift, the schism, the shift. Where everything comes apart.
"Give me another night, another shot. Another chance to make everything better." He pleaded with me.
"Why should I?" She challenged.
"Because I know you, and I know that you need me."
"You aren't helping your case any. I don't need you at all." She shot back. "If anything, I would be better off without you."
"Why are you saying this?" He raised his voice and started walking away from me. He turned around and gestured towards me. "You, you are such a selfish bitch sometimes. I cannot believe you would freaking push me away after every single thing we've been through together. I can't be around you right now."
"Why? You can't be around me because of what?" She yelled at him. "Get out! Just get out of here."
"Leave? You want me to leave? My house?"
"No, it's our house. But if I remember correctly I paid the down payment with my own money from when my parents died. So get out of my freaking house."
"I don't even care." He opened the door and got ready to walk out. "You'll be sorry later."
He wasn't even acting like himself. He was acting like a completely different person. "Leave, now." She whispered finally. With that he turned and slammed the door behind him.
This is the end, the moving ahead. And no one knows how to start.
A few hours later, after sitting numbly on the couch and crying for awhile, she went in the kitchen and put her face in her hands. 'What the hell did I just do?' That was the burning question in her mind. She felt a tear slip out and run down her cheek to her neck. She turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on her face. She then noticed her husband's hoodie hanging over the back of the chair in the dining room. She always would get so mad at him for little things like that. But, now she just wished she wouldn't have gotten mad at him at all. She wished he was back here with her so that they could make up. So that they could start fresh. She couldn't even really recall why she was mad at him in the first place. Or why he was mad at her, they just happened to be mad at each other and they took it out on each other at the same time. 'Oh god, please be safe.'
In a truck across town he was thinking the same thoughts. 'God, the woman drove me crazy.' He then noticed a pair of his wife's sunglasses on the dashboard. Little things like that drove him insane, made him so mad at her. And all they were, were little things. She probably didn't even realize why he was mad at her. He sure as hell didn't know why she was mad at him. All he could wish now was that he wouldn't have gotten mad at her, that he would've just let it go. He pulled into a parking lot and turned around so he could head home and apologize.
They both realized at the same time, the same thought. 'It's my fault. And, it was small. I should have let it go. I have to let them know.'
I already know, but I'm still sinking. Beneath the sheets of my lie. Give me just another night.
He was so preoccupied by this point that he didn't notice the light turn red.
She was so preoccupied by this point that she didn't notice it wasn't her husband's voice on the other end of the phone.
I never wanted, to be the one. Tip toe away, when it is done.
"I'm so sorry." She said after the 'hello'. "Please come back home."
"Miss, is this your husband?" A man rattled off his name and she said yes. "We're so sorry, he was in collision accident. He was hit in the side by another truck. He's being transported to the hospital currently. At the scene he was unresponsive." She felt the phone drop from her hands to the ground. And she felt another tear fall down her cheek. If only, if only. If only she would have given him another chance, more time. Another night.