Hey everyone! Seems like ages since I last updates and I am sorry for that! I loved the ideas some of you guys came up with. Never thought of cancer, hmmm... A couple thought he was having a affair or cheating on Riley. Interesting... Love the ideas people! Keep them coming please! I love to hear from you guys!
Quick note: HAS ANYONE SEEN THE NEW SEASON 3 OPENING!? ISN'T IT CUTE!
Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World or any of it's characters. (Only Hazel and the plot!)
As he walked back to his home, he thought over everything that had happened over the last couple months. He knew that he had been avoiding Riley lately. But he could not stand there while knowing she had that look when she looked him square in the eyes after going outside together. It was like she knew exactly what he was thinking and he felt she disappointed with what she saw.
So he had decided to get some help. Talking with people really helped and he had made some good friendships afterwards.
He was brought out of his thoughts when a loud car honk blasted nearby, he jumped back with a start and shook his head violently. Farkle kept walking in the direction of his home and soon arrived to the front door. They decided to paint the door a nice red. He smiled at the memory when they had renovated the place by themselves and the amount of times they had ended up with more paint on themselves than the walls the paint was intended for.
But soon that warm smile turned into a sad one as he realised he might not ever have to chance to do that with her again. He shook his head once again, but instead it was a slow regretful one.
Farkle hung his coat in the appropriate place and made his way to the kitchen with a glum aura surrounding him. He walked into the kitchen and quickly turned back around after seeing the sight before him. Riley had left a meal on the bench for him, covered in glad wrap. Next to it was a little white card next to it. Farkle sighed deeply before walking back up to the bench and gently picked up the card to read whatever was written on it.
Dear Farkle,
I know you said you will be working late again so this is for when you get home tonight. It's your favourite!
By the way, did you want to do something together later? There was this great art exhibit happening and thought we could go to the last screening of it?
Anyway lot's of love
Riles
Farkle's eyes misted up and before he could stop himself he was drawing in gasping breaths as waves of pain hit him and the only release was crying. His body shuddered as tears rolled down his face just like they do on a window sill when there is a thunder storm. Farkle's body slowly slid down the sides of the bench until his sitting on the ground with the bench cabinet as a back support. He mind mourned for what he might lose, what he had missed out on and how all his work may go to waste.
It wasn't until his body had run dry of any spare liquid that could be used as tears and Farkle numbly sat there. Looking straight ahead with a blank look. But his eyes said it all. His eyes were the gateway to how he was feeling and he could not mask the pain that was evident in his eyes.
After a while he stood up and walked into the bedroom he shared with his wife and went into the drawers were he kept all thing special to him. Inside that draw was what you might call a scrapbook. Farkle sat up in bed with a pillow clutch to his chest as he flicked through the album. It held many photos they or other people had taken of each other. His favourite was one from their wedding. Riley had not know he was taking a photo and she was smiling warmly as the sunlight hit her face in such an angelic way. Her hair shone and her eyes, oh her eyes. They were so bright and alive. Love shining through and the world seemed absolutely perfect when you look into them. There were others where someone had sneakily taken a photo of when he was looking at her when she reached the end of the aisle and she looked straight back. So much love and trust was transmitted in those eyes glances. He felt like nothing could go wrong and he was at the top of the world. It was a couple months ago was when he decided he needed to see some different people than the usual people he usually saw. And with those extra trips and a major business project all at once he stepped back from his marriage.
He knew he had hurt Riley and every time he walked into their bedroom late at night, he felt like his heart was being stabbed when he saw the pile of tissues next to her and the damp pillow. But he didn't know how to explain it to her as he found it hard to admit to his weakness.
It was a couple hours until he turned out his lamp that sat neatly beside his bed but sleep was a wish that no genie could grant. Tossing and turning. Mind in turmoil. Thoughts running through his head faster than any car race and Farkle just lay there in the dark. Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness before shutting them to block out the sight of his missing wife. The bed felt empty without the small body he had grown used to having to the bed. He missed the way she snored so softly it wasn't annoying. He missed her and knew some of this laid with his actions. He just hoped they could restore or at least go back to normal slightly otherwise Farkle predicted a very lonely life ahead of him.
There you go! Did you guys like it? Please let me know what you think by reviewing!
Also sorry, I have a friend who has just joined and just published first fanfic. Her name is thelittlespud. She likes Harry Potter so her first one was about Luna and Neville. Please check it out! It is quite cute!
Thanks and sorry,
KaeCover xo
