Make what you want of this, I was in a bad mood when this idea came to my head.
"You can't stay silent for the rest of your life!" Duncan ranted, eyes glued to his wifes pale face. Anger pulsed through him, both were seated in on a very soft couch, but neither could remember how they got there.
Gwen stared ahead, her eyes unfocused due to suspended tears. Her hair was slightly unkempt, and trailing makeup lined her face. Duncan felt tears behind his eyes, and he ran his hands through his neon green hair. He touched his face, all his piercings were gone.
Duncan took the girls hands, they were cold. Gwen didn't seem to care, she just continued staring. He worked hard on controlling his anger, she refused to hear him out.
"It was your own fault!" He screamed, all control gone. "You were going to leave me, for that...that...Aaugh!"
He yelled, holding her hands to his face, gripping them tightly. He could feel the tears lying so close to the surface, he had to keep swallowing. Gwen stared on, her silence dancing around her husband tauntingly.
"I'm sorry, Gwen. But, I can't loose you" Duncan choked out. "Your just too pretty... So beautiful."
Gwen closed her mouth tightly, not listening...still staring. Duncan sobbed hysterically, then laughed, then was quiet. She had to listen eventually. She needed time, that's all.
He got up, but was having trouble moving his arms. Staggering for balance, he made his way over to the wall where his own artwork hung with Gwen's. He stared over at the stories he had starred in, drinking in the sight and smiling in pride of himself. The titles were odd, but he was Duncan. He didn't care.
"Doctors claim they cannot get through to the man, he refuses to listen." Trent's signature was under the story.
"Doctors refuse to give up on patient." Duncan rolled his eyes, he was just being a good husband.
"Doctors try new approach for dealing with the madman." Duncan read this story, because it made him smile. This was the story where he and Gwen were reunited. He was never a fan of sappy romance stroies, but this one was special.
"The madman went into a catatonic retreat before being reunited wife, only her touch seemed to wake him."
Tears sprang to Duncan's eyes, and looked over at Gwen, still stoic, still silent. Her eyes were slightly less focused, but she was still beautiful. So beautiful.
He sat again with his wife. He used his clumsy hands, bound in protective material, and turned his wife's clammy face toward his. Duncan choked on his breath and sobbed again, dry and hacking.
It didn't matter that they were both seated in a small cell in a distant asylum, that Duncan was captive in his own schizocaric mind, or that blood and rot seeped from the gunshot wound in Gwens her, soaking her face in dark brown. They were together, and she was still beautiful.
So beautiful...
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Beautiful.
Fin.