Disclaimers: I do not own gravi
A/N: Gravi inspired, but could be anything. Tell me what you think.
Smile
I knock on your door, and I wait. You answer it. You are surprised to see me. You shouldn't be. You should've known that I would come.
I greet you with a smile, my signature smile; an empty, fake smile, an easy façade.
"Hello, can I come in?" I say, much too cheerfully. You are not fooled, but you let me in without a word.
I follow you into the lounge and help myself to a seat. You sit down as well, still silent. Is there nothing to say? Or do you not want to speak to me? The latter is more probable.
The silence drags on. I am the one to break it, as always. I ask you how you are. You say you're fine. I ask you how he is. And you smile. Your smile. I haven't seen that smile for so long. You smile like you haven't a care in the world. You smile like all your troubles have been lifted. You smile like you did before. And you smile for him. Not for me, never for me, but for him. For someone who you have just met, for someone who has caused you so much trouble, for someone that does not know you.
Something bursts inside me.
"You love him, don't you?"
I blurt it out, just like that. I don't know what made me say it, when I've held it for so long. You stare at me for a moment, and for a moment our eyes meet. What is that look? I have never seen it before. You blink and avert your eyes. Then you light a cigarette and take a long draught. I reach over and pull it out from between your lips, snapping it neatly in half. I have always hated that habit of yours.
"It's bad for you." I say quietly, barely louder than a whisper. I place the broken cigarette in the ashtray. It is overflowing.
You do not react. Once again, silence. I get up to leave, there's no point staying now. You were always a stubborn creature.
"Yes." Your voice is sharp and clear, cutting through the quiet. It caught me unawares. I turn around, facing you, seeing what is hidden in those frozen eyes.
"What?" I say, though the answer is obvious.
"You asked me if I loved him. The answer is yes."
You say it like it's a simple thing, a mere fact. You love him. He has your love and you have his. Will you no longer need mine? A heavy weight settles in my stomach. I am oddly calm. No, numb is a better word. I nod, something suspiciously like tears blurring my vision.
"W-well, goodbye then." I say, much too cheerfully, perfect smile forming on my lips.
Smile
I knock on your door, and I wait. You answer it. You are surprised to see me. You shouldn't be. You should've known that I would come.
I greet you with a smile, my signature smile; an empty, fake smile, an easy façade.
"Hello, can I come in?" I say, much too cheerfully. You are not fooled, but you let me in without a word.
I follow you into the lounge and help myself to a seat. You sit down as well, still silent. Is there nothing to say? Or do you not want to speak to me? The latter is more probable.
The silence drags on. I am the one to break it, as always. I ask you how you are. You say you're fine. I ask you how he is. And you smile. Your smile. I haven't seen that smile for so long. You smile like you haven't a care in the world. You smile like all your troubles have been lifted. You smile like you did before. And you smile for him. Not for me, never for me, but for him. For someone who you have just met, for someone who has caused you so much trouble, for someone that does not know you.
Something bursts inside me.
"You love him, don't you?"
I blurt it out, just like that. I don't know what made me say it, when I've held it for so long. You stare at me for a moment, and for a moment our eyes meet. What is that look? I have never seen it before. You blink and avert your eyes. Then you light a cigarette and take a long draught. I reach over and pull it out from between your lips, snapping it neatly in half. I have always hated that habit of yours.
"It's bad for you." I say quietly, barely louder than a whisper. I place the broken cigarette in the ashtray. It is overflowing.
You do not react. Once again, silence. I get up to leave, there's no point staying now. You were always a stubborn creature.
"Yes." Your voice is sharp and clear, cutting through the quiet. It caught me unawares. I turn around, facing you, seeing what is hidden in those frozen eyes.
"What?" I say, though the answer is obvious.
"You asked me if I loved him. The answer is yes."
You say it like it's a simple thing, a mere fact. You love him. He has your love and you have his. Will you no longer need mine? A heavy weight settles in my stomach. I am oddly calm. No, numb is a better word. I nod, something suspiciously like tears blurring my vision.
"W-well, goodbye then." I say, much too cheerfully, perfect smile forming on my lips.