A/N: Oh my, this is different. Not something I ever thought I'd write one day but I listened to this song by Mariannas Trench one too many times and saw the promo. Here you go! Read and review, please!
So Soon
"I know some things should just stay broken. I'm well aware this should remain unspoken but I've been working on the things that I was learning all wrong."
"I want you to stop this Grand Jury," Alicia said, her voice hard against the silence of the moment. The anger – her anger, was radiating from her like warmth from a heating in the middle of winter. Her shoulders are straightened and her lips are pursed in an attempt to hold back words she was either unwilling or unable to throw at him, Peter assumed.
Peter stared at her, holding her intense gaze. He was not going to back down – whether or not it was even still possible did not matter at all; at least not her, he thought cynically. He let out low chuckle but not one of relief and happiness but rather one of disbelief and hurt. They had not spoken about anything other than the kids and who was going to pick them up from school in weeks and now that Alicia finally came around and opened up to him, it was not about them at all. It was about Will. It was always about Will. It had always been about Will. Right then he thought that maybe it would have been better to make peace with her silence, at least then he could pretend that whatever they had had was more than a fleeting feeling of love, born in adolescent naivety and expired with time.
"You're sleeping with him."
There were many other things he could have told her right then but some part of him was transforming his disappointment into arrows of flaming words, set out to hurt her back just as much as he was hurting himself.
Peter was watching Alicia carefully. Her fingers gripped tightly around the glass of wine in her hands and Peter supposed in a moment of reverie that maybe she considered throwing the glass at his head. It would not have been first time. He had a scar to prove that.
Alicia brought the glass of wine to her lips and took a long sip, trying to swallow as much of her resolution as possible. She would not let him get under her skin, not anymore.
"No."
It was a low whisper but one that did not lack confidence and certainty in the least. After all it was true. She was not sleeping with Will anymore and that was exactly what he had asked. He did not ask if she had slept with Will in the past or if she was fantasizing about her boss. The answer would have been different to the one she had given mere moments ago and one that would have solved nothing – for her, for him, for Will.
Alicia had not separated from Peter to be with Will and so Alicia concluded that Peter had no right – no right at all, to be privy to the whole truth.
"I want you to stop this Grand Jury."
Alicia stemmed her hands against the edge of the counter top, looking sternly at Peter without moving an inch. She was not going to back down – not now, not for him, not ever again.
Peter stared at Alicia incredulously, shaking his head at her harsh words and seemingly endless disdain for anything him. He sighed, turned around and walked towards the door. Halfway down the hallway, he turned around and admitted in defeat.
"If only you had loved me as much as you love him we would have made it work."
The end.