Well, first off, I'd like to thank Ashley's Fool, for inspiring me. The story line IS based off of the movie "Three Days", and I DID have to sort a few things with him before proceeding. But everything's awesome now.

OKGo (hehe)

He smothered his face into his pillow, hoping each one of his jagged, mangled breaths would be punishment for his hurtful words. But the only thing that filled his nostrils was her soft scent of lavender and mischief. Each one of her irresistible features suddenly played behind his closed blue eyes, causing his remorse to grow. Her clever smile turned to a frown with each of his, "I don't love you."s. Her wild flickering brown eyes would go flat with each of his cold shoulders.

He cursed himself to an eternity of misery, humiliation, anguish, for hurting her. And what pained him the most was that he made her cry. Her thundering sobs echoed in his mind. He suddenly had the urge to wring his shirt dry of her tears. But at the same time, he was so angry. At himself, at her, at the feigned relationship that was being severed before their eyes.

:Flashback:

"Well, I'm so sorry that I'm not what you're looking for in a wife!" At first her voice was aggressive. It held the passion that he knew and had fallen in love with. But once turned against him, he knew he was in trouble. It always worked out this way.

"You should be!"

"I'm sorry that I'm not perfect." She seemed to weaken a little bit, but he was tossed around by his own anger to even notice, the fire in her eyes dwindling with each of her statements.

"I'm glad you can admit to that!"

"I'm sorry that we can't achieve dreams anymore. I'm sorry that we can't get along. I'm sorry that I'm swallowing up your life... all I can be is sorry!" Soon enough, instead of being a foot away from him, trying to destroy him with her eyes, she was pounding her delicate fists against his chest, his arms, anywhere, just to let him experience pain.

Almost surprised by her attack, he tightened his grip around her wrists, willing her to stop. Though she was trying her hardest to hurt him physically, the only damage that she was causing was on the inside. The fact that she was driven to punch him in the first place was enough to tear him apart. She continued to struggle in his hold. She continued to scream.

"And I'm so sorry that you don't love me anymore!"

And that brought them both to a screeching halt.

Because it was true, and neither wanted to experience neglect. There was silence as he let go over her. There were pounding hearts and spinning heads as she let her tightened fists drop back to her sides. "Oh... no..." her small whisper was slick with oncoming tears as she brought her hands to her mouth. "We're still in love. We have to be..."

"I don't know... are we? Are we really still in love?" he tore himself from the truth of the matter. He didn't want for it to be real, but there was no way of changing fate. Though he didn't want for it to be transformed into reality, she let the fact possess her.

"Why are we still forcing this?" her words caught in her throat as a swell of tears overpowered her. "We really can't go on like..." the shrill ringing of the telephone interrupted their heated discussion.

But they never knew that one phone call had a part in fate itself...

:End Flashback:

Sharpay eased her bedroom door open, instantly registering the sight of Troy hugging one of their pillows tightly to his chest. Bars of moonlight cast against his steadily breathing chest, and Sharpay wiped her red eyes once more before stepping into the room. She silently reached for her jacket, her husband's eyes following her the entire time. Until he spoke. "Where are you going?" he asked simply, sitting up in bed.

Sharpay waved off the question of why he suddenly cared. "Mrs. Smith's dog went missing." she answered as she shimmied into her jacket. She turned and faced her bedroom door, almost forgetting the reason why she had come back up to their bedroom in the first place. "Oh, before I forget." she turned back around, charged toward the bed and let the anonymous object curled into her fist drop to their rumpled sheets.

Finally, she was able to turn around and never look back.

Her old wedding ring glittered in the soft moonlight. Troy examined it closely in his hand, each brilliant flash of light the diamond gave off triggering a sort of anger in his core. Soon enough, anger was trapped just beneath his surface and he let the ring drop to the floor. He buried his face in his hands muttering curses to himself.

Not curses of anger.

Or frustration.

But somehow, they were curses of a mysterious relief.

Okay, next chapter is going to be really hardcore. I think the best part about it is that it's going to be challenging for me, but for now, you can leave me an awesome review, giving me ideas! Seriously, they are all put into consideration. Soory about this chapter's shortness. Gah! Bye!