NOTE: I took this chapter, edited it a bit and took two parts out of it and made a new one out of them. It made more sense this way, I think.
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What you like to see more of the bohemians in this? If so, who?
Spoiler: I've started something with none other than Mimi in it, but I wasn't sure if you guys wanted to see others.
Old note:
I love Roger/April together a lot, but they seemed to fit into this idea. As two people who loved each other more than anything appear to fall out of love. And get caught up in a misunderstood connection, started by rage and regret.
Also since it's the future, I figure I might try to explore/build onto the weakness brought onto April since she doesn't appear to be like that at all.
There's still the whole question why to the divorce that should be answered too. hehe.
Disc. : Characters belong to J.Larson. Oh. And a tiny bit of lines from Blue October.
Thanks for reading.
-A.
At a sound of a rather loud click, the front door became unlocked. The light on the front porch began dimming as she lifted her feet off the concrete and stepped inside the current living situation. The light of the hallway flickered on, igniting a glow around her thin silhouette as she moved towards the end of the hall. Knocking the pair of boots off her feet and she tossed them behind her in a careless manner. Stumbling farther into the darkness of the house, she cradling herself in her own arms. The only measure of safety she had left. Exhausted to a bearable extent, yet capable of collapsing at any given moment, her feet brushed against the hardwood floor as she walked. The destination appeared to be the newly refinished kitchen, the sink precisely. Twisting the knob to allow cold tap water through, she found the nearest glass of crystal in one of the cabinets, to the let the liquid pour into. Leaning against the counter, the woman gulped the cure for her dehydration into her starving body.
Three, two, oneā¦
"You're home."
The house was well lit but not nearly enough to announce his presence when he had appeared to step out of the nearest shadows.
"Benny." twisting around she spoke quickly, startled. Quickly rephrasing, the young woman continued. "You're home."
"Got off early today. Two meetings bumped to next week." he let know, approaching her in a steady manner.
Coming up behind her, he slid his arm around her waist and lowered his head to meet her face.
"Great." April quickly mumbled, tilting the glass once more and taking in some more of the cold liquid to escape the feeling of the embrace.
"Babe, " he whispered quietly into her ear, and she could predict where this was leading. Pulling away from the strong arms of this man, she backed herself into a corner without any intention to.
"I just- don't- Benny, don't." she protested. "I'm not feeling right today." she explained, attempting to pass by him, to escape the wrath of his eyes. His eyes had always exaggerated her uneasiness with him. As of lately, anyway. He hadn't been this man with a cold heart that everyone had sought him off to be. There was more beneath the surface, which had yet to be understood. And could not be explained. Yet in moments like this, it was almost as if crossing back and stepping in line along with the others who shared a negative outlook upon him.
Ben was hardworking, reliable, and motivated. She often judged herself that she was with him because he was comfortable. There were never any issues with money or his ability to keep down his job. There was no question about him being loving and considerate. In the beginning, anyway. He had been the key to a successful relationship, providing everything she might need.
What more did she need? An arrogant, careless, and obnoxious jerk?
Been there. Done that. And it hadn't got her anywhere other than through six years of a failed marriage, a painful divorce and a child. Not that Thomas was anything but a blessing. And maybe the only thing was he had came to the people who didn't deserved to be blessed. It pained her to think of this, but the constant guilt of the hurt she was causing her child filled her from within.
Roger Davis wasn't comfortable, and there was the constant weight of the money issues that dragged them both down. There had been constant fights, but after the yelling and the shattering of the nearest objects stopped, there was passion. There had been love that beat all.
Compromise is a key to a working marriage. This and a number of other various reasons worked against the couple. One, both were too damn stubborn for their own good. Two, both were vital to requiring something more than a 'working' marriage.
And the last few years were nothing but one big obstacle course that they had come to fail before ever crossing the finish line in victory. Instead they took separate directions into pathways in hopes start anew. Dragging the shards of the fragile past behind in a careless manner.
"You okay? " Benny continued moving towards her. His face glowed with a smile, and all she could reflect back were the scars of constant fear. April passed through quickly, but hadn't made it a couple of feet, as he was right behind her again. Her dim eyes desperately searched for a way out.
"I just feel - weak." She managed out, hoping for some sort of remorse to let her off the hook and not into the usual occurrences, as she had bluntly confessed to her weakness. Standing with her back to him, she hadn't been able to read his face. To see the response.
Coming closer, he placed his hand firmly onto her shoulder. Only by her, it felt more like a sudden grasp, catching her off guard. The beat provided by the heart of this woman stopped for more than a few slight seconds, only to resume, sending her into panic along with it.
Her grasp on the crystal structure in her hand weakened. Releasing it before she had a chance to know what was going on. April shut her eyes before the glass shattered on the floor. The noise deafened her reality as she clenched her hands into fists, attempting to escape. Even then, she could see the shards, and feel them sink into her bare feet.
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