So... I know I'm supposed to be writing Metamorphosis (and I haven't updated since November)... but I'm only halfway done with the chapter; it's really hard to write Mal's side of the story :/ I've got the entire plot in mind, but I just can't write that out... writers' block sucks :(
Here's a drabble, and I hope this makes up for my lack of updates :x
"I want a divorce."
The man with dirty blonde hair directed his cerulean blue eyes at a brunette.
"No... please... I'm sorry..." The woman with brown flowing curves knelt on the floor, streams of tears dropping on the floor. She buried her face into the man's shin, shaking it mildly.
He sighed.
"You know what, San? I should have listened to my mom. I shouldn't have proposed to you."
Slowly looking up, her watery eyes met his hard blue ones.
"I shouldn't have fallen for your looks. I should have known that cheerleaders couldn't be trusted. I should have known that you're the same as the others, even if you promised me that you wouldn't think of other men as a lover. I should never have listened to you, Sandra Taggart."
"But dear..."
"Don't go mushy on me anymore. Don't even call me 'dear'. You've lost the right to be called Mrs. Fallon two years ago, and that's why I called you Taggart. I still can't believe I put up with your filthy, deceiving ways for two whole years."
"Mal..."
"No. Take your hands off me. I don't need another heartless misery," Mal took a deep breath. Prying Sandra's fingers off his jeans, he went into the room that they used to share, and took a duffel bag.
He shoved the bag into her face.
"Take whatever crap that you own, then leave."
I know it's short T_T sorry guys :S