1 Awaiting the Moon
By Argent
Rated G
Lex ponders his weakness…
*
His fingers grazed the numbers. Dialed –
Dialed her number.
He heard her voice, vibrant, a little rushed. He put the phone down and inwardly cringed at his weakness.
She had disappeared.
Disappeared as the moonlight was chased away by the early sun and he had remained. Caught in the memories of moonlight that played over fair skin, of kisses light on his lips.
Memories that made him weak, that left him vulnerable, memories that were his weakness.
For weakness there was no time he had been told. Yet each morning the folder was delivered to him, read by him.
One folder for each day of their life together. One folder for each day since she had left.
He flipped the leather folder open. Read the letters and numbers. Felt the urge to once again see her. See that perhaps she was as haunted as he was.
The letters told him of her. The letters was all that he had left.
She had a meeting planned today.
An offer made by a leading magazine. He knew she would decline.
She was planning on moving. Out of his reach. Or so she thought.
Europe.
Sometimes he understood. Understood why she had left. Understood the feelings she had felt, the secrets, and the lies that she had been forced upon. Understood her longing for anything normal.
Sometimes he was haunted by the rage within him. Sometimes he wanted to chastise her, make her sacrifice for leaving him.
Sometimes
He flipped the papers through. Found her address. Thought of once again seeing her, to feel her, to taste her.
He closed the folder.
Left the shadows of his office. Rode the elevator down. Waved to the receptionist and exited the building. Stood blinded by the sunlight. Caught in memories of moonlight long gone.
He had known she had been leaving. Had seen the haunted eyes that had followed him as he had left with the moonlight. Had read the report of her search for an apartment.
He had ignored them. Feeling secure that she loved him. That she wouldn't leave. That what they had had been enough.
She had left with the sunlight.
Escaped him.
He flipped his phone open, dialed.
Heard her voice answering. Remembered words whispered in the late night and felt weak.
Hated his weakness. Hated her.
Flipped his phone closed. Walked inside. Rode the elevator upwards. Sat behind his desk. Opened the folder.
He picked up a photograph of her. Tore it to pieces.
Took another one. Held it before him. Watched her image vibrant of life. She laughed and still the smile didn't reach her eyes.
He let it fall onto the desk.
Closed his eyes and found himself awaiting the moonlight. Wanted to chase the sunlight away. Wanted to dwell in memories only awoken in the night.
Picked up her grocery bill, coffee and chocolate, fruits and pasta.
Felt an urge for pasta.
Used the intercom and ordered Chinese.
Punished himself for his weakness. Closed the folder. Put it away and went home. Awaited the rise of the moon.
Alone.
*
All characters © other then me
By Argent
Rated G
Lex ponders his weakness…
*
His fingers grazed the numbers. Dialed –
Dialed her number.
He heard her voice, vibrant, a little rushed. He put the phone down and inwardly cringed at his weakness.
She had disappeared.
Disappeared as the moonlight was chased away by the early sun and he had remained. Caught in the memories of moonlight that played over fair skin, of kisses light on his lips.
Memories that made him weak, that left him vulnerable, memories that were his weakness.
For weakness there was no time he had been told. Yet each morning the folder was delivered to him, read by him.
One folder for each day of their life together. One folder for each day since she had left.
He flipped the leather folder open. Read the letters and numbers. Felt the urge to once again see her. See that perhaps she was as haunted as he was.
The letters told him of her. The letters was all that he had left.
She had a meeting planned today.
An offer made by a leading magazine. He knew she would decline.
She was planning on moving. Out of his reach. Or so she thought.
Europe.
Sometimes he understood. Understood why she had left. Understood the feelings she had felt, the secrets, and the lies that she had been forced upon. Understood her longing for anything normal.
Sometimes he was haunted by the rage within him. Sometimes he wanted to chastise her, make her sacrifice for leaving him.
Sometimes
He flipped the papers through. Found her address. Thought of once again seeing her, to feel her, to taste her.
He closed the folder.
Left the shadows of his office. Rode the elevator down. Waved to the receptionist and exited the building. Stood blinded by the sunlight. Caught in memories of moonlight long gone.
He had known she had been leaving. Had seen the haunted eyes that had followed him as he had left with the moonlight. Had read the report of her search for an apartment.
He had ignored them. Feeling secure that she loved him. That she wouldn't leave. That what they had had been enough.
She had left with the sunlight.
Escaped him.
He flipped his phone open, dialed.
Heard her voice answering. Remembered words whispered in the late night and felt weak.
Hated his weakness. Hated her.
Flipped his phone closed. Walked inside. Rode the elevator upwards. Sat behind his desk. Opened the folder.
He picked up a photograph of her. Tore it to pieces.
Took another one. Held it before him. Watched her image vibrant of life. She laughed and still the smile didn't reach her eyes.
He let it fall onto the desk.
Closed his eyes and found himself awaiting the moonlight. Wanted to chase the sunlight away. Wanted to dwell in memories only awoken in the night.
Picked up her grocery bill, coffee and chocolate, fruits and pasta.
Felt an urge for pasta.
Used the intercom and ordered Chinese.
Punished himself for his weakness. Closed the folder. Put it away and went home. Awaited the rise of the moon.
Alone.
*
All characters © other then me