Every couple has their arguments, every couple says something they regret, but for Roger and Carol, the argument had gone so far that the marriage was over. They had fought at the top of their lungs for three hours. Then, still yelling at Carol (while Carol yelled back), Roger had gone into the bedroom, crammed several shirts into his suitcase, and walked out the front door. He left her.
Carol had stormed around the house for another hour, still trying to defend her side of the argument, even though Roger was no longer there. She finally broke down and began to cry.
Her sister Chrissie found her huddled up on the couch when she got home from a friend's house.
"Carol, what's wrong?" she demanded, sitting down beside her sister.
"Oh, Chrissie, something just terrible happened!"
"What? What?"
"It's the worst thing ever!"
"Tell me!"
"I don't know what I am going to do!"
"Well if you tell me I might be able to help you!" Chrissie yelled.
"Roger left!" Carol began to cry again.
"When will he be back?"
"He's not coming, Chrissie! He's gone, thbbttt!" she blew raspberries, "He doesn't love me anymore and moved out!" Carol blew her nose.
"Carol!" gasped Chrissie, "Did you have a fight?"
"I don't want to talk about it," she said miserably, gathering up the box of tissues and moving to the bedroom.
Carol moped around the house all of the next day. Chrissie kept busy cleaning up all of the piles of tissues from around the house and staying out of her sister's way.
"I suppose I should put this away," Carol gestured to a picture of her and Roger taken the previous Halloween.
They had dressed up as a cowboy and cowgirl that year. Chrissie had been fooling around with a camera that day and snapped a picture of Carol and Roger. Carol loved the picture, framed it, and hung it in their living room. Now it was just a reminder of him. She took it from its nail and put it into a drawer of the buffet.
"Carol, why don't you get out of the house? Go shopping, or to the movies or something?"
"Not the movies! They're playing a romance!"
"Then go shopping."
"I don't feel like it. Who is there to dress up for?"
"Then go to the grocery store. We are out of nearly everything."
"All right," Carol sighed.
Once her sister was out of the house, Chrissie began to clean it up. She was startled by a knock at the front door. She was even more surprised to see who was knocking on the front door.
"Roger!" she cried.
"Chris," he nodded.
He tried to look tough and cold, but Chrissie noticed the circles under his eyes, his rumpled suit, and the fact that he had not shaved.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I, uh, I need to get a few things I forgot to pack yesterday," Roger pulled himself to his full height and said in a deeper voice.
"Go right ahead," Chrissie held the door open, "Carol isn't home."
"She's not?" Roger's shoulders slumped a bit.
"Nope."
Chrissie knew Roger was dying to know where she was, but he did not ask and she did not tell him.
Roger went straight to the bedroom and began gathering up some of his things. He was there when Carol came back.
"Oh, Chrissie, it is so hard to shop without Roger being here anymore," Carol sighed shakily.
Chrissie waved her arms, trying to let her sister know that Roger was there. It was lost on Carol.
"Hi," she waved back, "I didn't know what to buy. He loves steak so I didn't buy that, he-"
Chrissie waved wildly and pointed up the stairs.
"Go away if you must," Carol nodded miserably, "Everyone wants to leave me."
"Carol, Roger's here!" Chrissie hissed.
"WHAT?!" Carol cried out.
Chris clapped her hand over Carol's mouth.
"Shhh! He - uh-oh!"
Roger came down the two steps just then carrying a suitcase. He looked at the sisters. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it.
"I'm going over to Marsha's," Chrissie mumbled before slipping through the kitchen door.
"I didn't know you were here," Carol said in a high pitched voice.
"I came back for a few things," Roger held up his suitcase.
"Oh," Carol looked down at her hands.
They both stood there in an awkward silence. Roger finally took a few steps towards the door, and Carol flew at him.
"Roger, don't go!" she cried.
The next thing she knew he was hugging her tightly and she was crying into his shoulder.
"Oh, Carol! I'm so sorry!"
"I'm the one who should be sorry! I should never have said those horrible things!"
"I said some terrible things too, but I did not mean them!" Roger said hastily.
"I love you, Roger!"
"I love you too, Carol! I regretted everything I said the moment I stepped out the door last night, but I was too proud to come back and admit it. I spent the night in my office, trying to think of an excuse to come back. When I opened my suitcase this morning and realized I had only packed a few shirts, I had the perfect reason to come back.''
"Did you really spend the night in your office?" Carol asked, feeling very sorry for him.
"I did anything but sleep: I paced the floor all night."
"Really?"
"I could not bear the thought of losing you!"
Carol was very much in love at that moment.
"I am so glad you're home! I love you, Roger!" she said again.
"I love you too, Carol!"
He bent down and kissed her.
That night, right before she crawled in to bed, Carol went into the living room and pulled her favorite picture out of the buffet drawer and hung it back on the wall.
"I'm so glad he's back!" Carol hugged herself and went back to bed.
I am sorry, this is a little rough, but this is the first fanfic I have ever written for Roger and Carol. I would love reviews!