Not mine. I wish it was, but it isn't.
He's an angel when he sleeps.
His platinum-blond hair flops in his face, moving softly as he breathes. The anger lines are smoothed away,the perpetual scowl gone. He looks years younger. Kinder. His whole body is relaxed, hands no longer clenched in fists, torso released from its perpetual fighter's crouch. His eyes, usually full of anger, are hidden beneath heavy lids.
When he's asleep, she can remember why she married him. She can remember the secret smiles across the dining room table, the long conversations in the dead of night, the playful flights, the roses hidden in her locker. She can feel the ghost of his touch on her collarbone, his hand on her hips moving between her legs. While he sleeps beside her on their dirty unmade bed, she understands why she's still here.
And then he awakes, the angel falls, and hell roars back to life.
DAMN that sounded so much better in my head...Ah wells.
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