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AN: Yes, I named her on my least favourite name. But on this one, I wanted a little sympathy on her… Anyone, by the way, called this,,, I am so sorry..
Part 2
That’s What It Takes, Dear
The night before…
The film flickered upon their tired eyes and danced throughout Elizabeth’s mind. As she curled up upon the sofa, her legs tucked against her stomach and her head cushioned by his chest, she watched painfully as the romance oozed out of the television screen and played on her heartstrings. The grand crescendo of the movie was peaking its ugly head as the lead characters slow ran throughout the airport to each other. The great embrace, the lovers kiss and the tears wept. The enchantment bestowed in the roll of film that played out on the television was just too much for Elizabeth; a tear gently rolled down her face. She sniffed rolling up her sleeve and wiped away the lonesome drop. Patrick, lifting his arm from her shoulder, peered down at his wife; “You always get so choked up at these films. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said somewhat stiffly, “I am fine.”
Patrick squeezed her softly and whispered; “You are just a big romantic at heart, and you know it.”
She replied with a barely audible moan and carried on watching the film noticing Patrick’s loud sigh. Truth was, Patrick was right. As Elizabeth gazed on the screen she couldn’t help but fall delicately in love with the passion that unfolded and there was only one reason for it; the romance had fallen away from their relationship. True, the little scene before had echoed some warmth that they had been missing but for the rest of the hours and the seconds that rolled slowly by, their marriage had become cold.
Elizabeth couldn’t understand it nor did she try. Theirs was once an epic fairytale where they played out the script with their pulses in tow. Their hearts were intertwined like all the greats. Fingers interlocked in a secret pattern that only they could decade. The spoke in languages they had only foretold and they skipped twilights that they both wished would never end. Yet that had all changed; they rarely moved from their scheduled routine. Jobs, careers and even their social life had taken a front seat and when they were together they were always “too tired,” “too stressed” or “too busy.” Excuses after excuses that rolled out of their tongues exploded in the atmosphere and the wreckage that was left over was a layer of uneasiness. They wouldn’t admit but to the other, they had changed and so had the dynamic of their relationship. So Elizabeth took solace in habits that offered her excitement; even if that made her colder.
The credits were now trundling on screen and Patrick had begun to stir from his position and stretched. Elizabeth attempted to stay still to savour this moment as long as she could but a barrage of erratic vibrations came tumbling from his pocket followed by a garish tone. She leapt violently from him and sat pinching her eyes from the lack of blinking that has bestowed them. Flipping his phone open, Patrick removed himself from the couch and walked away muttering into the mobile quite worried. Elizabeth took her hand away from her face and stood still staring blankly at the table. The suspicion of who had called clouded her mind and fowled her conscious. Patrick sheepishly walked back into the living room and tapped his phone against the palm of his hand as he stuttered; “that was Sydney. She was a wreck. She is so worried about tomorrow that she is barely ok. I know this was supposed to be our night but, I mean, I can’t just do nothing.”
“What are you trying to say?” Elizabeth replied. She could practically feel the rage boiling underneath her heart. The swift snare creeping onto her face and the gently loathing filled her tongue with words she wanted to fire out one by one. She kept reserved though her voice was quaking, “I guess you want to go over and see is she is alright?”
“I knew you’d understand,” Patrick said rushing over to his wife and kissing her upon the cheek. He swiped his car keys from a table nearby and before he left echoed “I wont be long but don’t stay up. I love you.”
As the door slammed Elizabeth let another bead of sorrow glide from her eyes as she whispered; “I love you too.”
Pounding over to the cupboards, she removed a bottle of dry white wine and unscrewed the cap as she grabbed a larger glass. Pouring the liquid to the brim she swigged all of the contents again and again until the bottle was finished before the hour was through. Sitting upon the cold kitchen tipping the glass too and throw, she listened to her own thoughts bellowing in her temples and echoing her premonitions. All she could see before her eyes was the conjured image of Patrick and Sydney entwining their bodies. She could practically hear the moans and heavy breathing. The little tramp. It made her sick. Elizabeth padded over to remove another and hung it loosely as she opened it. I need to drown this.
~@~
The early hours had tiptoed into the sky and flourished in an array of golden and purple. Patrick could feel the guilt weaver across his mind and sure, he didn’t do anything but he couldn’t help but feel like he was letting his marriage down. He placed the keys in the door and crept in silently. Peering around his house, he could faintly make out an outline in the kitchen. Confused, he walked over and found Elizabeth collapsed upon the counter. She was clutching a bottle firmly in her hand but she was surrounded by a couple of empty ones. Patrick scoffed as he picked them all up and threw them away. The clanging of bottles woke her up and she groaned placing her hand to her temples.
“What time is it?” She enquired through a series of slurs.
“Its early,” Patrick said quietly, “I’m sorry I am so late..”
“At least your home” she replied and burrowed her head within her arms falling asleep again.
Patrick stared in anguish with the thought Sydney delightfully playing on his mind. At least I’m home he mocked.
Because here didn’t feel like home anymore..
**
Ciao Bella
Part 2
That’s What It Takes, Dear
The night before…
The film flickered upon their tired eyes and danced throughout Elizabeth’s mind. As she curled up upon the sofa, her legs tucked against her stomach and her head cushioned by his chest, she watched painfully as the romance oozed out of the television screen and played on her heartstrings. The grand crescendo of the movie was peaking its ugly head as the lead characters slow ran throughout the airport to each other. The great embrace, the lovers kiss and the tears wept. The enchantment bestowed in the roll of film that played out on the television was just too much for Elizabeth; a tear gently rolled down her face. She sniffed rolling up her sleeve and wiped away the lonesome drop. Patrick, lifting his arm from her shoulder, peered down at his wife; “You always get so choked up at these films. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said somewhat stiffly, “I am fine.”
Patrick squeezed her softly and whispered; “You are just a big romantic at heart, and you know it.”
She replied with a barely audible moan and carried on watching the film noticing Patrick’s loud sigh. Truth was, Patrick was right. As Elizabeth gazed on the screen she couldn’t help but fall delicately in love with the passion that unfolded and there was only one reason for it; the romance had fallen away from their relationship. True, the little scene before had echoed some warmth that they had been missing but for the rest of the hours and the seconds that rolled slowly by, their marriage had become cold.
Elizabeth couldn’t understand it nor did she try. Theirs was once an epic fairytale where they played out the script with their pulses in tow. Their hearts were intertwined like all the greats. Fingers interlocked in a secret pattern that only they could decade. The spoke in languages they had only foretold and they skipped twilights that they both wished would never end. Yet that had all changed; they rarely moved from their scheduled routine. Jobs, careers and even their social life had taken a front seat and when they were together they were always “too tired,” “too stressed” or “too busy.” Excuses after excuses that rolled out of their tongues exploded in the atmosphere and the wreckage that was left over was a layer of uneasiness. They wouldn’t admit but to the other, they had changed and so had the dynamic of their relationship. So Elizabeth took solace in habits that offered her excitement; even if that made her colder.
The credits were now trundling on screen and Patrick had begun to stir from his position and stretched. Elizabeth attempted to stay still to savour this moment as long as she could but a barrage of erratic vibrations came tumbling from his pocket followed by a garish tone. She leapt violently from him and sat pinching her eyes from the lack of blinking that has bestowed them. Flipping his phone open, Patrick removed himself from the couch and walked away muttering into the mobile quite worried. Elizabeth took her hand away from her face and stood still staring blankly at the table. The suspicion of who had called clouded her mind and fowled her conscious. Patrick sheepishly walked back into the living room and tapped his phone against the palm of his hand as he stuttered; “that was Sydney. She was a wreck. She is so worried about tomorrow that she is barely ok. I know this was supposed to be our night but, I mean, I can’t just do nothing.”
“What are you trying to say?” Elizabeth replied. She could practically feel the rage boiling underneath her heart. The swift snare creeping onto her face and the gently loathing filled her tongue with words she wanted to fire out one by one. She kept reserved though her voice was quaking, “I guess you want to go over and see is she is alright?”
“I knew you’d understand,” Patrick said rushing over to his wife and kissing her upon the cheek. He swiped his car keys from a table nearby and before he left echoed “I wont be long but don’t stay up. I love you.”
As the door slammed Elizabeth let another bead of sorrow glide from her eyes as she whispered; “I love you too.”
Pounding over to the cupboards, she removed a bottle of dry white wine and unscrewed the cap as she grabbed a larger glass. Pouring the liquid to the brim she swigged all of the contents again and again until the bottle was finished before the hour was through. Sitting upon the cold kitchen tipping the glass too and throw, she listened to her own thoughts bellowing in her temples and echoing her premonitions. All she could see before her eyes was the conjured image of Patrick and Sydney entwining their bodies. She could practically hear the moans and heavy breathing. The little tramp. It made her sick. Elizabeth padded over to remove another and hung it loosely as she opened it. I need to drown this.
~@~
The early hours had tiptoed into the sky and flourished in an array of golden and purple. Patrick could feel the guilt weaver across his mind and sure, he didn’t do anything but he couldn’t help but feel like he was letting his marriage down. He placed the keys in the door and crept in silently. Peering around his house, he could faintly make out an outline in the kitchen. Confused, he walked over and found Elizabeth collapsed upon the counter. She was clutching a bottle firmly in her hand but she was surrounded by a couple of empty ones. Patrick scoffed as he picked them all up and threw them away. The clanging of bottles woke her up and she groaned placing her hand to her temples.
“What time is it?” She enquired through a series of slurs.
“Its early,” Patrick said quietly, “I’m sorry I am so late..”
“At least your home” she replied and burrowed her head within her arms falling asleep again.
Patrick stared in anguish with the thought Sydney delightfully playing on his mind. At least I’m home he mocked.
Because here didn’t feel like home anymore..
**
Ciao Bella
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