So we've put an end to it this time.
I'm no longer yours and you're no longer mine.
"Maybe we should just forget the whole thing!" I shout angrily. She turns sharply on her heel and throws me a withering glance. I stare at her eagerly awaiting her response. Her blue eyes pierce through me as she considers her reaction, her blonde hair sweeps across her face in the light breeze and she tucks the untamed strands behind her ear.
"Screw you Bosco," she whispers gesturing her hand wildly in my face.
"Right back at ya Faith," I retort stepping forward. She turns to walk away but obviously reconsiders and is back at me again.
You said this hill looks far too steep
If I'm not even sure it's me you wanna keep.
And it's been ten days without you in my reach,
And the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.
"You know what your problem is?" she spits out. I fold my arms and slouch backwards.
"No, but I bet you're gonna tell me…"
"You can't let go of the past! You constantly drag it up as a way of reminding everybody what a shit life you've had! Well all our lives have been shit Bosco but we don't dump it on everyone else!" she screams poking her finger into my shoulder. I wince and sub-consciously rub the spot she just hurt.
"I thought I was talking to a friend! Not dumping my shit on her! Jesus knows how many 'Charlie this' 'Emily that' or 'Fred did this' I've heard throughout our partnership!" I bark, running a hand through my tussled hair. She shakes her head and bites on the soft skin of her lip.
"I never knew that it pissed you off so much," she says bitterly.
"Well it did! I was your partner, not your flippin' child psychologist or marriage counsellor!"
"And how many stories did I have to listen to about all your different girlfriends or should I say victims? Wasn't exactly all fun for me Bos ya know?" she says giving me a wry smile.
But time has changed nothing at all -
You're still the only one that feels like home.
I've tried cutting the ropes and
I let you go but you're still the only one
That feels like home.
"Hey my stories were the best action you got! As I recall Fred wasn't exactly putting out in that department!" I yell. Wrong thing to say. I feel a sharp pain as her hand connects with my cheek. I step back and examine her. Her black suit jacket hangs open carelessly, revealing a white lace top underneath which meets her light blue jeans at the hips. I look back at her face. Her lips are now pouted and her eyes squinted.
"How dare you!" she hisses into my face, "You have no right…"
"You were the one that started this thing! You suggested we should be honest and talk or yell as it turns out! Don't back out now Faith," I challenge her. She lets out what can be conceived as breathy chuckle, turns, shuffles her feet off the locker room floor and turns back to me.
You won't talk me into it next time,
If I'm going away your hearts coming too.
'Cos I miss your hands I miss your face.
When I get back let's disappear without a trace.
"You want honesty Bosco well I'm gonna give you honesty! You come in here everyday acting like you're God's gift! You love yourself so much it's sickening! I mean what age are you? Not every woman in this damn world wants you! You think the world owes you somethin' 'cause you had a crap childhood! Well it doesn't! And neither do I! I wish you hadn't have saved me in the hospital! At least then I wouldn't have to live with you holding it over me everyday for the rest of my life!" She finishes a little breathlessly, her wild gesturing now subsiding to little movements of anger and frustration as we stand in silence.
'Cos it's been ten days without you in my reach,
And the only time I've touched you is in my sleep.
"You done?" I ask placing my hands on my hips. She licks her lips and stares at me.
"You're not exactly perfect either Faith ya know? Everyday you have something to moan about. You moan about having a family, you moan about not havin' a family, you moan about the weather – lets face it. It's like you're constantly PMS girl or somethin'…" I mumble, "And you don't realise how lucky you are to have all those things. To be able to have all those things. You moan about your figure and your looks when truth be told you're one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. You say that no one ever looks at you anymore when they do! I should no I…I've seen them looking. You're just oblivious to it. And now you complain about being alive! Faith, don't you think it's time you give up with the moaning and groaning about living and just…live?"
But time has changed nothing at all -
You're still the only one that feels like home.
I've tried cutting the ropes,
Tried letting go but you're still the only one
That feels like home.
She gazes back at me, her eyes glazing over. She not exactly looking at me anymore, she's almost looking through me. "Stop destroying yourself Faith. Stop killing whatever life you have left," I whisper. She cuts her eyes back to mine.
"You think I'm beautiful?" she chokes out hoarsely. I shake my heading, blinking several times.
"I…I…" I stutter unable to answer her surprisingly direct question.
So tell me, did you really think...
Oh tell me, did you really think
I had gone when you couldn't see me anymore?
When you couldn't...
"Hey guys, what's up?" Ty asks trudging his way into the locker rooms. I turn to him thankful for his interruption. Faith's gaze just falls to the floor.
"Not much Ty, you?" I ask glancing back at her nervously. She looks up catching my eye and I gulp maybe a little too hard because a lump gets stuck in my throat.
"The streets were dead today. Maybe you might have better luck Bos," he replies shrugging out of his jacket. I clear my throat and mumble a 'maybe'. He notices Faith and her rather dejected mannerisms.
'Cos baby time has changed nothing at all -
You're still the only one that feels like home.
And I've tried cutting the ropes,
I let you go but you're still the only one
That feels like home, yeah.
"You a'right Faith?" he asks with a concerned tone. She nods and forces a smile.
"Fine, yeah…"
"How's detective life treatin' ya?" he smirks. She nods again obviously finding it difficult to recover after our heated argument. Or the comment I made.
"I have to go. I'll see you guys later?" she says rushing out the door.
"Faith…" I call out a little helplessly. The locker room door slams shut and she's gone. I look back at Ty and he frowns.
"What'd you do man?" he asks, his tone convicting. I shrug.
"I honestly don't know."
You're still the only one that feels like home,
You're still the only one I've gotta love.
Oh yeah...