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The Second a Shock…
The clock tickled its time in the kitchen wall. Two hours. It has been two hours since he had come from work early. His mind raced with happiness and adrenaline made his body move unordinary faster around the house. He cleaned all the house, red pillows were in their right place over the cream sofa, fresh flowers on the vase by the door, clean white sheets on the bed, a single red rose in between their pillows. Messy dishes, spoons and pans were everywhere to be seen in the kitchen, but he had, successfully made dinner in time.
The table was set for two, neatly arranged with the white plates and pastel napkins on their sides, the silver cutlery shone brightly in the dim light the two candles in the centre produced.
He waited and waited, and two hours after he found himself still seating at the end of the table, waiting for her. The clock still tickling on the wall. He couldn't believe she had forgotten. She actually had forgotten this special date.
Early that day, even before lunch, he had come into her office seeking for some love. She had been writing away in her computer and was completely oblivious to his presence, until he made himself clear by placing his hands on her shoulders and kissing her neck lovingly. A gesture that never failed to get her attention.
He then had showered her with kisses and informed about the special day that it was, in fact it was the same day where they had started dating, two years ago. Of course she said that it was a day like any other making him a little annoyed at the senseless display of caring. He hoped dearly that she could come home early to the surprise he was getting ready, and despise her currently state of curiosity he walked away without saying another word.
Another hour has gone and still no Temperance, nor a phone call. Nothing, absolutely nothing. The apartment was bathed in silence that echoed in between the four walls.
Time never stopped and four hours later the knob turned and opened. She entered through the door, a tired sight all over her face. He then got up from the chair and made way to encounter her taking off her shoes by the door. His eyes caught up with every action until hers met with them.
"I'm so sorry Booth…" She said coming in his direction. "I got lost in work and forgot about your surprise. I surely didn't mean to…" Her body positioned in the tips of her feet to reach and place a softly apologizing kiss on his cheek.
He suddenly pulled his face out of reach from her poisonous kiss of apology.
Her eyes widened in shock. Was he rejecting her? Possibly he couldn't be that annoyed with her, it was only a commemorative date, nothing so big.
"Look around you, see for yourself." There was no warm sentiment on his voice, only plain deception.
She then, for the first time, look around to see the dim lighted room, light provided by two long candles that stood in the middle of the table, between two waiting dishes. A warm smell came from the kitchen; it was her favorite food on the stove. Annoyance boiled in her blood, she was quite, quite mad at herself for loosing herself in work and forget about him and mad at the same time with him for being mad at her. Frustration, all too confusing.
"I said I was sorry" She said turning around to see his face, rapidly averting her eyes from the sadness she saw in his. "What more do you want from me? You know how I am, I get easily distracted with work."
"Are you kidding me?" Was the only thing he could manage to say. "I told you to get home early, how could you simply go and forgot about this? Forgot about me, specially forgot about us." The words came furiously out of his mouth, a single vein pumping out in his neck.
"You know me! You know that I forget about special dates, that I'm not a romantic person and you knew all this things even before we started this relationship, so you pretty much knew what you were getting into. You know I live for my work." Pointing a finger at his face to make herself clear.
He closed his eyes trying to get some calm into his racing brain. God, he loved this woman but sometimes he just couldn't bare the enormity of her blunt sincerity. The only way to end this Greek tragedy was to slowly turn away from her anger and head into the bedroom.
That's exactly what he did, with a very furious woman at his tail saying that the discussion wasn't over.
He opened the wardrobe and got a travel bag placing it over the bed. Moving around he opened some drawers collecting pieces of clothes and personal objects that were so intimately mixed with her own.
"What are you doing?" Asked her with arms stretched to her sides, palms turning upside in a state of confusion.
Never stopping his tour around the room, never meeting her gaze he said "I think it is evident, even to you." He hasn't intended to say it in a hurting manner but it did have that effect in her. "It's obvious that you need some time alone to rethink about your priorities. I'm not saying that your work is not important, but sometimes real living people do need some attention too." With that he closed his bag and shoved it over his shoulder stepping further into the corridor towards the door.
She ran after him, regret filling every breath she took "Please, don't go…"
Turning only one last time to look into her pleading eyes, he almost regretted his decision. "Temperance, sometimes I don't know who you love the most, your work or me…" With no more words to say he closed the door softly in his way out.
For the second time that evening, shock was all she could feel. He actually left her alone, standing absently looking at the closed wood door. She messed up, really big this time, with the only person that she didn't want to. A heavy sigh escaped her slightly parted lips as she walked in the darkness on the way to their room.
It all seemed so lonely without his strong protective self around, it made her heart ache in sorrow, and she wanted him to be back already.
There was a single crystal tear that erupted from her eyes at the sight of the lonely red rose laying above the white sheets. Making her way towards the bed her body laid down in defeat, one hand holding the lonesome gift and the other caressing the bright red petals, the symbol of his love for her. That night there would be no kisses, no love making, no words of adoration.
Only tears and loneliness as she cried herself to sleep.
After what seemed to be hours, days or even weeks, she heard the turning of the door knob and a steady pace towards the bedroom.
Without words he climbed into the bed, where she laid curled into a tight ball, her hands still holding the precious rose. His body sheltered hers from behind and his arms embraced her trembling form, lying beside her.
"I realized that, I love you, just the way you are. And I know you didn't do it on purpose." He quietly whispered into her ear receiving a tormented sob in response.
"I do love you too…" Another sob and more tears glittering in her eyes. "I'm really sorry. I loved all of this." Only above a whisper.
He held her closer to his chest, placing warm kisses on the soft flesh of her neck; the tears were already drying replaced by a smile on her lips as both doze off to a much deserved sleep.
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