Just a little piece to try and get my creative juices flowing again, after having no laptop for over a month. Decided to have a play with structure and tenses. It's a one-off with a massive blank for you to try and fill yourself. Hell, I challenge you to. Anyway, I hope you like it. Leave a review and let me know.
It's a stand-off.
Two people. Two faces. Staring. Tense.
One voice sounds out. It's hoarse. Choking something back that neither want to think about too much. But it's come to it, so they have to. They do it because it's taken them five years to get to this point anyway. Five years to finally be face to face again, and only because business drove them to it. Necessity rather than want. Like everything in their lives.
The other voice replies, and it sounds tired. It sounds resigned. The face matches it.
Faith's lip quirks as she replies. Then his lips are pressed against hers.
For the last time.
Dean can't look back as he gets in the Impala and drives back to Lisa.
"Because it comes down to this: We chose it. We chose this path. We chose these lives. We chose another person, other peoples' happiness over our own. We can't sit around and pity ourselves every day when we made that choice. Yeah it hurts like hell, and yeah, that probably won't ever change, but we chose that. You make sacrifices for people you care about. Sometimes you even do it at the expense of people you love. It sounds crazy but there it is.
You took on a role. A responsibility in a house that isn't yours with a woman you love but aren't in love with. You said it. You chose to be in this place, with a kid who thinks of you as his father but would never call you dad. This is how your life is. You really think you can change that now? You really want to?
We've finished the job. So now I'll head out again and you won't see me. Possibly ever. Probably for a while. Might need your help again, so we'll deal with that if it comes."
"Neither of us is gonna get what we want here, are we?"
"Do we ever?"