Disclaimer: This series isn't mine, and I'm only borrowing the characters for entertainment and the pleasure of writing.
A/N: This isn't actually real or a follow-up to the prequel of this story. It's... Well, an alternate reality in a sort of alternate universe. Confusing, huh? Yeah. But this is just a look at how our heroine might feel if our trench-coated hero stopped loving her. Ooh, I'm really nervous about this- I hope it's good, but I can't be sure. Please review; I need advice! But for now... Enjoy!
Movement 3: Decrescendo
She could feel his love beginning to ebb.
Everytime they spoke his replies became more clipped and less frequent. He never touched her either- not on purpose at least- except for those dark, heated nights when his emotionless hands would bring her to tears. He was pushing her away further and further, their physical bond all but completely deteriorated. Conversations were empty; dinners and dates were mere excuses to get away from other engagements. The relationship, once strong and healthy, was definitely beginning to wane.
Her heart was aching. When she realized that his feelings had changed, nothing could have prepared her for the pain that horrible realization would bring. He no longer loved her. He didn't love her. How could that possibly be? She hadn't changed; she was the same as she ever was, with perhaps a bit more experience. She gave him everything she had- her heart, her mind, her body- how could he throw away such a precious, nonrefundable gift? Did it... Did it all mean nothing to him?
The changes hadn't been apparent at first; he hid any emerging doubts with impeccable skill. The sex aspect hadn't really changed- well, not for the worse, anyway. If anything, it improved. At first that had been wonderful, but slowly she noticed that the old passion just wasn't there. A moment of clarity came at last as he lay beside her in the dark, turned away and silent. He was trying to make up for physically what he couldn't give her emotionally.
He didn't love her.
She made it a point never to speak of it- too rooted in her shallow illusion to let it break. But she knew- from the breathless bottom of her heart she knew- all that he had once felt for her had faded. But what could she do? She loved him so much- too much to ever just painlessly give him away. Her heart was slowly shattering, breaking apart in pieces, a collapse as inevitable as her next breath.
But there just wasn't a remedy- no way to relieve that anguished ache.
There was no way to make him love her, no way to return to the way things were.
They were fading...
Fading...
Fading into just another worn-out love-song, background music for better things to come.
And all she could do was silently scream.
End A/N: So... how was it? I liked it alright; I was proud that I found a title that fit so well. Ok! Don't forget to review please, boys and girls! (Little ol' me needs the encouragement.) That's it for now!
ILB