Okay so this is my first attempt of writing something for The TV Prompt Challenges. I
Prompt set #1
Reba: Every Picture Tells a Story
The house was a lie and she knew it, it had always been. The house looked like a nice home, a home someone actually lived in. A house someone had lived in for years, but she knew it wasn't true. It was the house she had "grown up" in, but she had spent most of her childhood other places. It looked nice and worm.
Pictures off a happy family in every room, a happy family who only existed on those pictures. Each one of those pictures told a story she didn't know, a story she had always wished was hers. A smiling mother and father and two happy little girls. Two little girls who had grown on every picture in till they were big enough to move out of the house and the pictures. The family who never spent more than ten minutes in the same room unless they had to. The parents who never saw each other and the sisters who grew up to never talk to each other.
She was both shocked and sad when she had learned that both her parents and her sister had died, mostly shocked but also sad. She couldn't really say she loved her family – she loved the idea of her family – and she couldn't say she didn't love them. She didn't know them well enough to judges that. And now she didn't even have the possibility to get to know them, a possibility she always had loved to have but never even considered using.
She looked around the room she stood in, the middle of one of the living rooms and she wondered where to start. She had decided to sell the house, she didn't feel any connection to it. Not one happy memory. And the only reason she was there now was to pack it up. And where to start? With three floors and all the rooms full off stuff this was going to take forever. The team had offered to help – all of them – but she had politely said no, said this was something she needed to do alone. So why not start with the biggest lie? The pictures.
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He knew she had said no to help from all of them, but he felt she might need it. She had already been there for hours and he would leave if she didn't want him there. He got worried when she didn't answer the door, he could see her car so he knew she was there. So without thinking twice about it he looked himself in – now why he had a key to the house was another story, one he wasn't even sure she knew – and started looking for her. What he found shocked him. She was sitting on the floor – with what he assumed was every picture from the room around her – and she was crying. She never cried. And it hurt him to see her in so much pain. So he did the only thing he could think of, he sat down beside her and wrapped her in his arms.
She hadn't heard him come in, but she knew it was him. She could recognize that smell everywhere. She buried her face in his chest, and neither of them cared that his shirt was getting wet with her tears.
While he sat there with her in his arms for the first time it hit him that she finally had broke down, not that he liked that she was hurting but her family had died. And even if she didn't knew them or felt close to them, they still were her family. So both he and the team had waited for the faced that she never would see or hear from them again would sink in. And now it looked like it had. It also hit him that he really enjoyed the feeling of her in his arms. She mumbled something in to his chest. He lifted her head and looked at her.
"What did you say?" He asked. His eyes filled with concern looking in to hers filled with pain.
"They're all a lie" she said and he didn't need to ask what she meant. And as a new wave of tears hit her she buried her face in his chest again. He mumbled comforting words to her and pressed kisses to the top of her head.