Hope you enjoy, just a small one shot I wrote a while ago.
Like towers, they were meant to rise and fall.
They were meant to rise, and they had fallen. Like twin towers, they had fallen apart. Fallen to pieces from something they couldn't fight.
"I am taking this in, slowly,
Taking it into my body.
This grief. How slow
The body is to realize
You are never coming back."
She had chosen him. Both had chosen each other over the job. He remembers sitting on the sinking couch of her manhattan apartment, looking at her as she had started to cry. It wasn't the cry you could have after you're cat or dog died, but it was the kind of crying where it was gut wrenching deep, where you could feel everything.
He had never seen her cry like this, but he knew if she had to be in such a state that she trusted him enough to let her guard down.
After that night, she had taken to the bottle in the back of her cabinet. The type of bottle that only comes out when her mother most needed it. The vodka went down with a burn. A satisfying burn.
I will wait for you till the day I can forget you or till the day you realize you cannot forget me
Life goes on... with or without you.
There is a distinct, awful pain that comes with loving someone more than they love you.
Just a little one shot, review if you'd like it to be more than just this. :)