Silence

Can you hear that? Scary, isn't it? There's no shouting or screaming, just silence and I'm not use to it. It was invenitable really, one of us was bound to get sick of fighting sooner or later, it just happened to be her. When she actually shouted:"That's it, I'm leaving" I said fine, good. But I didn't mean it, I saw the sadness in her eyes for a brief second before she snapped "fine" and stormed upstairs. It was only when she came back down with a bulging suitcase in tow that I reailsed she ment it, that she was really going to go. She twisted the ring off her finger before slamming it on top of the TV followed by her housekeys, all the time saying how she'd had enough, how she'd sacrificed a lot for me, how she did make those sacrifices because she loved me. I babbled my excuses and reasons she should stay. Of course she didn't listen. She simply grabbed her car keys, picked up her suitcase and slammed the door behind her. From the window I watched her car back out of the drive way and speed off. Just like that she'd ended months of fighting and for the first time in a long time, there was silence. But I was alone. I didn't know which I preferred, the lonely silence, or the fighting with her. I picked the diamond ring up off the TV and held it between my thumb and forefinger. I'd spent weeks looking for the perfect ring for her, because I wanted the marriage we were going to have to be perfect too. There didn't look like there was going to be one anymore. I sat back down. Gutted, I was gutted. Just because we were having a rough time didn't mean I stopped loving her. We were just having our differences, differences that should of been sorted out, differences that should of been worked out. I put the ring in my jeans pocket and stood up again. Thinking the silence upstairs would be any better I went upstairs and into the bedroom.. It was worse. Her clothes were scattered all over the place and her scent hung in the air. I think it was then that I reailsed I couldn't live like this, I needed her. She had to be there when I came home, she had it be, it couldn't be any other way. I went downstairs and grabbed my keys, the first place she'd go would be to her friend Anna's, they were like sisters and I knew she'd been talking to her about our problems. I left the house and got in my car. I turned on the radio not being able to stand the silence I'd once craved any longer. I drove down the street and round the corner. Her blue people carrier was parked at the top of the road. Feeling paniced, I stopped my car behind her's and got out. She was staring out of the windscreen with a tissue clutched in her hand and mascara streaking her cheeks. I pulled open the door and she turned her red eyes towards me. "What happened?" I asked. She gave me a watery smile and sniffed. "I ran out of gas." she replied. I looked at the petrol gague, the tank was nearly full. She looked down at it too and back up at me. "Did you really want me to go?" "No. Did you really want to go?" She shook her head and blew her nose. "Why did we start fighting in the first place?" I shrugged, honestly not knowing the answer. All I knew was that one fight always lead to another, it was just a cycle we went through. "Do you think we can work things out?" "If we try. If we talk." She climbed out the car and grabbed her suitcase from the backseat. We left the car's there and walked back to the house together. Once back inside we both sat down. She twisted the tag on her suitcase and I stared at the floor. Neither one of us knew where to start and the silence filled the room once more.