With him she'd had some wonderfully stable times. They were few and far between, but she thrived off of them. The horribly domestic moments of trying to catch up on their favourite television programmes before the next season starts. Of dancing in the kitchen at two a.m. bathed in the light of the refrigerator dressed in only their underwear, grinning madly until she was sure her face could never possibly go back to the way it had been before.
They were great, really. But it was the beautifully unstable moments that she lived for. The days he came home battered and bruised after weeks – sometimes months even – of no contact. He would lock himself in the bathroom for hours, sometimes crying until he vomited. Snapping at her if she tried to help him at all. The days that they would do nothing but scream at each other. She would stand on a chair doing anything she could to tower over him, and he would scoff and tell her how childish she was being all the while stomping around the house slamming doors. No, nothing was quite as good as their unstable moments.
I found this drabble while transferring some files from my computer and though I can not remember when I wrote it, I thought some of you might maybe like to read it. I personally think of it as Alex and Sabina, and that is how it is categorized but I left it pretty open so it can be anyone you want it to be.
I was planning to leave it at this but if enough people ask I suppose I could be convinced to turn this into a longer one-shot or even a story. Please be sure to leave a review, it might even encourage me to finish and post some other documents I found.