Heaven Only Knows
Why after all this time had been so stupid? Why couldn't he live a normal, happy life like other people did? Why did he have to go and ruin everything that was good in his life?
Heaven only knew why she loved him, after tonight he doubted that he would love him if he was in her shoes.
He was selfish, but it wasn't like he never thought about her. But it was true he didn't listen to her when he didn't see the signs of beware.
He was only human, she said so regularly whenever he was this stupid, he was an idiot.
He took comfort in the fact that he was her idiot and nobody else's. He sighed as he attempted to get off of the couch but the fete of it seemed to be too much and he fell back into his seat with a thump. His head was spinning. His palms were clammy. He felt rough. It was his own fault.
"Are you ok?" came her voice like a melody. He groaned as he heard her words. Everything seemed loud, too loud for his ears to take.
"Yeah," his own voice sounded like a bomb exploding. She sat down beside him, a smile playing at her lips. He scowled at the smile. He knew that from back when they were kids. That was her 'I told you so' smile. He would let her get away with it, for the moment. She took his hand and held it tenderly.
"You want some water?" she asked softly. He nodded slowly, burying his head in his free hand. She got up quietly and walked to the kitchen where she poured him some water and returned to his side. He took the glass gratefully and took a long swig.
Heaven only knows why he stood up for her, no one else would. Even when he'd had one more than he should've have, he only sobered up if she was in trouble. His idea of trouble was completely opposite of hers.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. She lent forward and kissed his cheek. He grimaced as her lips brushed the tender skin. She chuckled lightly as she sat back.
"You should be," she said, "First you drink too many after I tell you not to and then when a guy starts getting a little mouthy you try to hit him. I would prefer you not to do that in the future."
"Drink or fight?" he asked, his humour coming back at least. He glanced at her with a smirk on his face. "From tonight I promise that I'll go on the straight path. No more alcohol. That's it."
"Hmm…" she said with a knowing look. She knew better than to take him seriously. "Maybe you shouldn't stop drinking."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'd never find an incentive to make you finish work on a Friday."
"I can think of one… Ow." he moaned as she poked him in the cheek.
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