Sorry for bad language in this update! Is everyone else gutted Alison will be leaving for sometime too? Here's hoping for a Carla and Peter reunion when she's back! Thanks so much for the reviews, they mean the world. Xoxo
Nobody said it was easy, oh it's such a shame for us to part. Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be so hard. I'm going back to the start.
Carla stayed still against his lips, barely moving though her breathing quick and nervous. Her eyes remained open, watching Peter as tears streamed down his face, matching hers. Without warning she kissed him back, softly and scared and then deeply and passionately all at once. Her hands found his top, pulling him in closely against her, kissing him as though he were to be snatched away, as though they had no past heartaches and were merely passionate estranged lovers.
"Fuck you." She spat bitterly as she pulled back abruptly, leaving Peter completely confused. She gasped, her breathing erratic "Fuck you you selfish bastard." It only took a few seconds for her lips to find his again, kissing as desperately as she was before. She let herself fall back against the sofa, pulling him down onto her, her hands under his top and clawing his skin.
"I love you Carla.." She heard Peter whispering right by her ear as he kissed, forcing her to close her eyes, her body aching. "I hate you." She whispered back honestly. "I hate you so much for making you love me." She continued to kiss him over and over, so wanting, craving him, needing him. Carla allowed Peter to scoop her up, tenderly, and carry her to the bedroom, both their breathing all over the place as they lay on the bed and their bodies tangled.
Carla and Peter lay on the bed next to each other in silence. They hadn't made love, in fact they were both almost fully dressed. Neither of them moved for the longest time, almost as though they were too scared to ruin the moment, the peace making it feel safe again.
It was Carla's quiet whisper that broke the silence, still looking up at the ceiling and not at him "Now you'll feel no rain, for I will be your shelter. Now you'll feel no cold for I will keep you warm." She slowly looked to him, knowing he was watching her. "That's what you said on our wedding day, that's what you promised to me." She let a few tears tumble down her face, shaking her head, "I'm cold, Peter.. I'm so cold everyday. I can always feel the rain again.." She tried to catch her breath again as she finished, feeling all she had done for months was cry. Cry when no one was looking, cry when no one was around. Keeping up this huge image of someone she could never even dream to be.
Peter ever so softly wiped her tears away, ignoring the fact he was crying himself. "There was one promise I didn't break...'' he used the voice he only saved for her, the one that was soft and loving and most of all, honest.
"I promise to love you above all others." His mind flashed to their wedding day, to the moment his eyes met hers and that heart stopping smile flashed on her lips. It even reached her eyes that day. Despite everything, in that moment, he knew she was his world. He just didn't know how to stop from hitting self destrust. He didn't know how to save either of them. "I always loved you above all others, Car'" Her name fell from her lips like poison to her ears, so sweet and so deadly.
"Even when you were fucking our babysitter?" She didn't mean to sound so bitter, but when something tears your insides apart so painfully it's almost impossible not to come apart on the outside to.
Peter swallowed back, knowing he had to be a better person than he'd ever been before, for her. "I always loved you more. I slept with Ti.. With her because I'm a vain old man with shit morals and an alcohol problem. I'll never know why you fell for me Carla but if there's one thing you take from our relationship please let it be that I adored you. Every inch of you."
They lay silently for a small while longer before Carla slowly moved her hand across and grabbed Peters, almost desperately.
And that was how they stayed for the rest of the night. Side by side. Hand in hand. Almost silently, as the rest of the world carried on without them