Sora screamed her frustration and impulsively hurled the nearest object, a
small decorated vase, in Matt's direction.
Ever the coolest, calmest disposition, Matt simply stepped back and dodged the blow, the ceramic vase smashing the far wall and shattering into tiny pieces, the artificial chamomile flowers spreading across the floor.
"Now look what you did," he said, trailing his cold eyes amongst the mess. "Your mother gave that to you for our fifth. Don't you even care anymore?"
Sora's eyes flashed redder than they have ever been before in her life. "How...dare you..." Her voice trembled as she all but growled at Matt. "How dare you talk to me like I'm the uncaring one! Y-You are the bastard here! I - I...I can't even believe that you're accusing me of not caring!"
Matt slowly looked at her, strands of gold brushing into his face, his penetrating glare indeed uncaring. Sora flinched a little at the iciness he ensued, and made up her mind right then and there.
She was going to leave him.
She couldn't take his increasingly hostile attitude anymore. "Maybe my problem is that I care too much." She spoke in a low, convincing voice.
Matt simply smirked, a very slight chuckle escaping his throat. He retaliated that remark with one of his own as he turned his back and proceeded to the front door, hands in his pockets. "Sora, I really don't think you know what it's like to care too much." The doorknob turned easily in his surprisingly relaxed palm as he swung the door open.
The knot in Sora's throat tightened and the tears stung her eyes as she accepted what was inevitable about her and Matt's marriage. "Where are you going?" were her last words to him just as the door slammed shut behind him.
"To space," he replied from behind the closed door.
Sora gripped her fingers tightly into her palms as she took deep breaths to settle herself. The hot tears managed to stay behind lids as the door between her and Matt shut forever. Behind her, little patters against the linoleum tentatively creeped up.
"Mommy...?"
Sora turned to her daughter, the oldest of her two children, and bent down to her knees to be level with her. Reaching her arms out and tenderly grabbing her daughter's upper arms, Sora inquired. "Yes, sweetie?"
"Did Daddy leave?"
Sora contemplated this question for a moment.
Did he leave...
Is he leaving me?
No. He's not leaving me. I'm leaving him. But....don't bring the kids into this, Sora.
Studying her mother's face, the only daughter of Matt and Sora gingerly handed Sora the phone. "Here, Mommy. I know you like to talk on it after you an' Daddy fight, cos it makes you feel better, right?"
Sora stared at her daughter.....with the bright blonde hair and pretty blue eyes so identical to her father's, but so unlike them as they glittered with warmth and understanding, as young as they were.
"I think Daddy's not coming back this time, Mummy, so I brought you the phone. It always makes you smile afterwards, an' I thought you needed it the most this time..."
Tears sprang back to her eyes as she listened to her daughter's childish, but so very wise words. Holding them back yet again in front of her child, Sora took the phone, her hand shaking, and dialed a number she had been dialing often recently.
One ring.
Two rings.
Halfway into the third ring, and somebody picked up.
"Hello?"
"Um...Tai?" Sora managed to say before being completely overcome by sobs.
Ever the coolest, calmest disposition, Matt simply stepped back and dodged the blow, the ceramic vase smashing the far wall and shattering into tiny pieces, the artificial chamomile flowers spreading across the floor.
"Now look what you did," he said, trailing his cold eyes amongst the mess. "Your mother gave that to you for our fifth. Don't you even care anymore?"
Sora's eyes flashed redder than they have ever been before in her life. "How...dare you..." Her voice trembled as she all but growled at Matt. "How dare you talk to me like I'm the uncaring one! Y-You are the bastard here! I - I...I can't even believe that you're accusing me of not caring!"
Matt slowly looked at her, strands of gold brushing into his face, his penetrating glare indeed uncaring. Sora flinched a little at the iciness he ensued, and made up her mind right then and there.
She was going to leave him.
She couldn't take his increasingly hostile attitude anymore. "Maybe my problem is that I care too much." She spoke in a low, convincing voice.
Matt simply smirked, a very slight chuckle escaping his throat. He retaliated that remark with one of his own as he turned his back and proceeded to the front door, hands in his pockets. "Sora, I really don't think you know what it's like to care too much." The doorknob turned easily in his surprisingly relaxed palm as he swung the door open.
The knot in Sora's throat tightened and the tears stung her eyes as she accepted what was inevitable about her and Matt's marriage. "Where are you going?" were her last words to him just as the door slammed shut behind him.
"To space," he replied from behind the closed door.
Sora gripped her fingers tightly into her palms as she took deep breaths to settle herself. The hot tears managed to stay behind lids as the door between her and Matt shut forever. Behind her, little patters against the linoleum tentatively creeped up.
"Mommy...?"
Sora turned to her daughter, the oldest of her two children, and bent down to her knees to be level with her. Reaching her arms out and tenderly grabbing her daughter's upper arms, Sora inquired. "Yes, sweetie?"
"Did Daddy leave?"
Sora contemplated this question for a moment.
Did he leave...
Is he leaving me?
No. He's not leaving me. I'm leaving him. But....don't bring the kids into this, Sora.
Studying her mother's face, the only daughter of Matt and Sora gingerly handed Sora the phone. "Here, Mommy. I know you like to talk on it after you an' Daddy fight, cos it makes you feel better, right?"
Sora stared at her daughter.....with the bright blonde hair and pretty blue eyes so identical to her father's, but so unlike them as they glittered with warmth and understanding, as young as they were.
"I think Daddy's not coming back this time, Mummy, so I brought you the phone. It always makes you smile afterwards, an' I thought you needed it the most this time..."
Tears sprang back to her eyes as she listened to her daughter's childish, but so very wise words. Holding them back yet again in front of her child, Sora took the phone, her hand shaking, and dialed a number she had been dialing often recently.
One ring.
Two rings.
Halfway into the third ring, and somebody picked up.
"Hello?"
"Um...Tai?" Sora managed to say before being completely overcome by sobs.
