Disclaimer: No no, sorry, the characters in this story don't belong to me…
Author's Note: Wow, my second one (hehe). Well, um, hmmm…I redid this so that a certain someones (notice the plural: if you didn't like the last one, then I'm talking to you) would like it more…yeah it's mushy crap about Raiden and Rose…hmmm…the story should pretty much explain itself, so, please enjoy…tada!
Ending Circle of Love
The feeling in the pit of my stomach was weird as I watched her through the car's window, the fingerprints so many and blurred that I could barely make out her face, just the dim silhouette of her body. It was turned slightly away from the car as her eyes looked back at me cautiously.
I wondered what she was thinking, the moment lasting forever as she turned, catching my eye. Her hand locked a tuff of her thick brown hair behind her small ears, catching slightly on her large round earrings.
Years of hard work, difficult times and treacherous toil…times when we had our arguments, disagreements, fights…everything needed to build the strong relationship wanted…gone, destroyed; hanging on this last look. Maybe she was right, maybe there was a way we could work past our frightening history…I thought about it, thought about it for many nights; I just couldn't see it happening.
Too much had happened, things that could never be forgiven had taken place, and for that reason had I told her I needed to get away…that it wouldn't work.
I remember how her small slender face looked when she was finally able to process what I said. She turned everything on me, putting herself in the middle of us. Making me feel bad as she spat out hundreds of reasons why I was wrong. I was too scared to actually get committed; I didn't love her anymore; she even accused me of cheating on her.
I chuckled, realizing what was happing: our last moment taking place and us in our different worlds…us…already trying to prepare ourselves for the guilt we would later feel as we lie in our soft cushioned beds, eyes slightly open and glazed over as tears seep out the sides…us feeling something sort of like a inexplicable void that will later consume us as we on the outside busy ourselves with other activities as a way to forget this squalid moment.
She turned away from me, breaking my connection. My mouth moved, trying to find the words to say something, anything, whether it be an apology or a goodbye, something to ease the tension, and maybe the pain, but my throat formed no words, and I sat there, my hands resting on the door and on my thigh, my eyes glued to her body; my heart grieving for her…for us…for what we had--what we lost.
Somehow, somewhere, I still considered her as that "other" women. The one that said she loved me and didn't want to spy on me because of it…yet she let it happen.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair, reminiscing on the memories where she would always tell me just how much she loved my blonde strands, just how much she loved it when I ran my fingers through her hair, twisting it around my finger and kissing the ends softly.
The distance between us grew slowly as the car rolled on, slowly up the street with my face pressed against the glass as I tried to get a last look at her. The night was too dark and the shadows swallowed her quickly.
My first little seconds without her and already I was feeling guilty. I had reason to feel as if I should explain something to her…give her a reason why; not leave her there, thinking her own thoughts, about to move on into something else without even realizing why she had to…
I looked up slowly, seeing the cab drivers eyes stare back at me in the mirror. I opened my mouth, about to speak, but he cut me off with a single nod, we had an understanding agreement.