By the time Kelly reached the last page of the scrapbook, it was after 5
o'clock in the morning and the sun was just starting to rise. Stiff from
sitting in the kitchen chair the entire time, she got up and placed her
empty mug in the sink before walking out the front door and sitting on the
porch swing. Even though it was just rising, the rays of sun felt warm as
they fell on Kelly's skin. Weather wise, it would be a perfect day, but
Kelly wasn't so sure that her life would reflect that. She had known
Christopher for nineteen years, and now everything seemed to be falling
apart. They fought constantly, and she was starting to feel trapped. She
loved Christopher, but she couldn't live in such a restless atmosphere
anymore. She was losing sleep, and she was becoming distant to those that
meant so much to her. Something had to change, but she wasn't sure how
that was going to happen.
As Kelly lost herself in the sunset, Christopher woke up to find himself alone in their bed. Concerned, he got up and looked in the other rooms upstairs for her without much luck. Hoping that she hadn't headed to work without telling him, he went down stairs and noticed the empty mug in the sink, but still saw no sign of her. Losing hope that she was there still, he walked into the living room and noticed the back of Kelly's head through the window. He should have known that that would have been where she ran too. Knowing that they needed to talk, he too walked out the front door and sat down next to her. At first things were very quiet between them, and they both assumed it was because neither knew what to say.
"Why do I feel like we've been here before Kelly. That every time something goes wrong, we end up sitting outside." Christopher asked her, trying to break the ice.
"Because we do. We fight and then I run outside, that's how it's always worked."
"Do you think we could talk about what we fought about. Try to figure everything out so maybe tonight you'll get some sleep?"
"I guess."
"I feel like your drifting away from me, that you're headed back to that independent path that I thought I had gotten you off of."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because you don't talk to me anymore. You come home from work limping, with bruises all over your body, but you won't let me help you."
"You have to realize that that's just part of the job. We get pushed around sometimes, some people want us dead, but we know how to handle it, because we've been through it before. Coming home once or twice with a bruise or a sprain is nothing.we take a lot less rough cases now. Most of the criminals we're investigating are older than we are, and are guilty of embezzlement, or tax fraud."
"Except for when you take on a murder case. You needed stitches in your head that time! You had a concussion!" Christopher yelled. He still couldn't get over that phone call.
"I've also been shot in the head twice. When it's serious, you'll know. Until then, you just have to trust that I know what I'm doing, and that I'm not going anywhere."
"I want to, but we have to keep communicating, no matter what."
"I know. And I'll try to do my part. (resting her head on his shoulder) What happened to us Christopher? Why do we keep fighting?"
"I don't know Kelly."
"Let's stop then. Let's walk back into that house and forget about whatever it was that came between us. Let's start fresh."
"I want to. It just seems too simple."
"So what. Why keep fighting when we can just leave it all out here, and go inside and start fresh?"
"I don't know. You know what, you're right. Let's do it."
With that, they both stood up and paused before walking back into the house. They hadn't gotten to the bottom of what they had been fighting about, but Kelly rather putting it all behind them. After fifteen years of marriage, she needed him there.to keep her sane, and to avoid her from running whenever it got too difficult. Christopher was the love of her life, and no matter what, she could never run from that.
As Kelly lost herself in the sunset, Christopher woke up to find himself alone in their bed. Concerned, he got up and looked in the other rooms upstairs for her without much luck. Hoping that she hadn't headed to work without telling him, he went down stairs and noticed the empty mug in the sink, but still saw no sign of her. Losing hope that she was there still, he walked into the living room and noticed the back of Kelly's head through the window. He should have known that that would have been where she ran too. Knowing that they needed to talk, he too walked out the front door and sat down next to her. At first things were very quiet between them, and they both assumed it was because neither knew what to say.
"Why do I feel like we've been here before Kelly. That every time something goes wrong, we end up sitting outside." Christopher asked her, trying to break the ice.
"Because we do. We fight and then I run outside, that's how it's always worked."
"Do you think we could talk about what we fought about. Try to figure everything out so maybe tonight you'll get some sleep?"
"I guess."
"I feel like your drifting away from me, that you're headed back to that independent path that I thought I had gotten you off of."
"Why would you think that?"
"Because you don't talk to me anymore. You come home from work limping, with bruises all over your body, but you won't let me help you."
"You have to realize that that's just part of the job. We get pushed around sometimes, some people want us dead, but we know how to handle it, because we've been through it before. Coming home once or twice with a bruise or a sprain is nothing.we take a lot less rough cases now. Most of the criminals we're investigating are older than we are, and are guilty of embezzlement, or tax fraud."
"Except for when you take on a murder case. You needed stitches in your head that time! You had a concussion!" Christopher yelled. He still couldn't get over that phone call.
"I've also been shot in the head twice. When it's serious, you'll know. Until then, you just have to trust that I know what I'm doing, and that I'm not going anywhere."
"I want to, but we have to keep communicating, no matter what."
"I know. And I'll try to do my part. (resting her head on his shoulder) What happened to us Christopher? Why do we keep fighting?"
"I don't know Kelly."
"Let's stop then. Let's walk back into that house and forget about whatever it was that came between us. Let's start fresh."
"I want to. It just seems too simple."
"So what. Why keep fighting when we can just leave it all out here, and go inside and start fresh?"
"I don't know. You know what, you're right. Let's do it."
With that, they both stood up and paused before walking back into the house. They hadn't gotten to the bottom of what they had been fighting about, but Kelly rather putting it all behind them. After fifteen years of marriage, she needed him there.to keep her sane, and to avoid her from running whenever it got too difficult. Christopher was the love of her life, and no matter what, she could never run from that.