Not Yours
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, never will be. I am making absolutely nothing from this, and when you read it, you will know why. They belong to J.J., Touchstone, ABC, and Bad Robot.
Summary: He was deceptively hers. Post-Telling.
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I stand here in the middle of the parking lot, the white lines barely visible to the naked eye. Just like the lines on the cold, wet asphalt are blurred, so are the lines that once contained the love between my husband and I.
The rain has long since soaked my clothes. They cling to my body as the jealousy clings to my heart. Water cascades down my face, and the thunder roars up above. However, the storm outside is no match for the storm brewing inside. My rage threatens to flood my soul, as I desperately try to find my next breath.
I followed him here to this place, on the outskirts of town. I know it sounds cliché, and I blanch at the fact that I am that woman who has resorted to following her husband. For a while now, I have noticed a difference in the way he carries himself, the way he speaks, the way he reacts to my touch. He is a different man from the one that I married a year ago.
I started noticing little things about two months ago. He began working late, he was tired a lot, and he had a lot of headaches. Normally, I would equate all three as symptoms with each other, but there was this gut feeling. Something wasn't right, something was very, very wrong. He would call telling me he would be home later, and he would always end the conversation with an, I love you. All I heard, was sweet deception and pretty little lies.
I never had the courage to act on my curiosity until tonight. I am cursing my life this night as I gaze at our car sitting beside hers, outside this cheap motel. I inch ever closer to the room, to the window that will hold the answers to my burning questions. The curtains are drawn, but sleazy doesn't make for covering secrets. So through that old, thin fabric, just as the lightning blazes through the night sky and the thunder bellows out of the south, I see my fears come to fruition.
My screams are silent and they come in the form of tears racing down my cheeks, mixing with the water from the heavens, as I face my own personal hell. It is amazing what love will make you do. It can make you break promises and hearts. It can make you stand in the pouring rain. It can make you forget your moral code, your ethics. It can make you take the safety off of your standard government sidearm. It can make you wait in the shadows for one glance at revenge.
I was still, unmovable from my perch, like a bird waiting for her prey. I was blind to everything but the lovers leaving Room 10. I was deaf to everything but the shells hitting the ground. I turned to leave, not even waiting for their bodies to hit the ground. My gun lowering as I brushed my hair from my forehead. The lightning once again bursting through the clouds and the thunder echoing through my veins, as I walk away from my future.
tbc
***** This was something I had to get out of my system. Should I continue?
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, never will be. I am making absolutely nothing from this, and when you read it, you will know why. They belong to J.J., Touchstone, ABC, and Bad Robot.
Summary: He was deceptively hers. Post-Telling.
*******
I stand here in the middle of the parking lot, the white lines barely visible to the naked eye. Just like the lines on the cold, wet asphalt are blurred, so are the lines that once contained the love between my husband and I.
The rain has long since soaked my clothes. They cling to my body as the jealousy clings to my heart. Water cascades down my face, and the thunder roars up above. However, the storm outside is no match for the storm brewing inside. My rage threatens to flood my soul, as I desperately try to find my next breath.
I followed him here to this place, on the outskirts of town. I know it sounds cliché, and I blanch at the fact that I am that woman who has resorted to following her husband. For a while now, I have noticed a difference in the way he carries himself, the way he speaks, the way he reacts to my touch. He is a different man from the one that I married a year ago.
I started noticing little things about two months ago. He began working late, he was tired a lot, and he had a lot of headaches. Normally, I would equate all three as symptoms with each other, but there was this gut feeling. Something wasn't right, something was very, very wrong. He would call telling me he would be home later, and he would always end the conversation with an, I love you. All I heard, was sweet deception and pretty little lies.
I never had the courage to act on my curiosity until tonight. I am cursing my life this night as I gaze at our car sitting beside hers, outside this cheap motel. I inch ever closer to the room, to the window that will hold the answers to my burning questions. The curtains are drawn, but sleazy doesn't make for covering secrets. So through that old, thin fabric, just as the lightning blazes through the night sky and the thunder bellows out of the south, I see my fears come to fruition.
My screams are silent and they come in the form of tears racing down my cheeks, mixing with the water from the heavens, as I face my own personal hell. It is amazing what love will make you do. It can make you break promises and hearts. It can make you stand in the pouring rain. It can make you forget your moral code, your ethics. It can make you take the safety off of your standard government sidearm. It can make you wait in the shadows for one glance at revenge.
I was still, unmovable from my perch, like a bird waiting for her prey. I was blind to everything but the lovers leaving Room 10. I was deaf to everything but the shells hitting the ground. I turned to leave, not even waiting for their bodies to hit the ground. My gun lowering as I brushed my hair from my forehead. The lightning once again bursting through the clouds and the thunder echoing through my veins, as I walk away from my future.
tbc
***** This was something I had to get out of my system. Should I continue?