Lovers Spit by Broken Social Scene
32. Vengeance
All he can think about is getting to her the way she got to him. It's all he wants now. The thought consumes him every waking moment, every day. Sometimes, it feels like a million shards of broken glass pressing against his heart. It's because of her.
And that constricting weight that he carries with him in his chest serves as a reminder that all of this, is because of her….
It doesn't bother him though. Not anymore. Because it reminds him of how he came to be this way. Months of working alongside her made him immune to the pain. He doesn't need any reminders to know that the brutal and exhausting work he is putting into all of this is worth the trouble. In the end, she'll feel exactly what he's felt all these months.
Lizzie will know what he's been suffering, silently, from a distance while working with her. She'll come to see what the world looks like though his eyes. It's not all black and white like she thinks. There are hints of red, and blue in there too, just like there is ice to fire. She's the ice to his flame. She's cooled the rage that he carried in his soul after losing his wife and his little girl. He no longer feels like a ghost drifting in and out of villas and lavish hotel rooms. The dullness of waking to a book and a game of chess no longer seems as tasteless as it did before.
He can cope with idling away several hours over some mindless game with Dembe. As long as he knows that at the end of the day, he'll always have her to look forward to. The breathtaking pain will keep him company the whole time that she's sitting beside him on the love seat. But she'll be there with him., nonetheless. She won't be some figment of his imagination that he's come up with in order to quell some deep desire that has ignited after a long lonely night of drinking and jazz. Instead, she'll be there, right beside him to banter with him about how tiring it is to attempt to hold any semblance of a normal conversation with him.
A chuckle bubbles at his throat at the memories of their last few conversations together.
"God, Red," She often huffs in frustration. "Do you even know how to use words that aren't so embellished anymore?"
To be honest, he doesn't think his conversations could quite pass for casual by anyone's standards.
That's of no consequence, not when he has planning to do. He needs to get back at her for what she's done to him. What she's stolen. He'll plan his vengeance carefully...they say it is best served cold. In this case, it will most likely ignite a fire between them if he's lucky. He's confident in his abilities to carry this out with precision.
He'll steal her heart, and keep it for himself, the way she stole his.
A/N: I've been gone for quite a while. Sorry about that...but it is my final year of high-school, and I'll be graduating this coming Thursday. Naturally, because of this, our teachers piled up research papers for us. RL guys, RL...
When I first posted this collection, I started off with only twenty-five drabbles. Your amazing response encouraged me to write more.
I've never had so many reviews to one of my stories, and you have all been very generous. There are now only three drabbles left...after long consideration I have decided to take a bit of a break with posting any more new ones. So...we will most likely reach thirty-five and after that there will be a hiatus. When I have about fifteen or thirty new drabbles, I will resume posting...for now...I just want to thank you all for your support. So, thank you all!