A/n: Super super super short interlude-ish chapter, trying to keep this pattern of time periods going., while starting to memorize the shit load of lines I have. I decided with all the rehearsals I have this week, the posting would be now or never. Poem verses by the amazing Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Rubato is a musical term; temporary disregarding of strict tempo to allow an expressive quickening or slackening, usually without altering the overall pace
By the way, I'm not getting enough so
NO MORE CHAPTERS TILL MORE REVIEWS
Haha, I'm such a bitch.
Rubato
(The 'present' of the story once more, One minute after Mark walked away)
One more minute
One more agonizing minute of clear visibility through the walls of the shut off man.
The shut off men.
A few more seconds of pure vulnerability, of observing some of the secrets they so tediously and ravenously protected.
None of them wanted that glimpse as bad as they had thought
One last minute off utter unwavering silence that held the air of such ground breaking devastating truth
A silence that placed the wait of knowing on ones mind.
A beer bottle shattered against the wall.
A few moments later, the muffled sound of a lamp breaking behind a closed door
Always so in sync. Despite how absoulty unfitting for eachother they were. Even when breaking the fuck down . They Still were so fucking in sync.
Mimi's breath implausibly hitched.
And all eyes cast to Roger, at the two tears sliding down his cheeks
And no one moved to comfort him,
Some pretended it was because they were shocked, some disgusted, some angry, some completely emotionless.
But really it was the hurt or the fear of knowing who he really wanted.
"Roger" Barely audible, a whisper, and yet in a deathly silent room, it was amplified. Loud enough to twist ones stomach. Knot their chest. All eyes cast to Mimi
And for some reason he couldn't keep the verses of some poem he never recalled learning out of his head.
The stream will cease to flow
The wind will cease to blow
The clouds will cease to fleet
"You don't love him" she wasn't good at lying " He doesn't really love you" Horrible at lying.
The heart will cease to beat