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Allysa 
since 1999-11-09
Posts 1952In an upside-down garden 
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The suitcase flies onto the bed where he's sleeping as she grabs the telephone book from under the bed. She giggles to herself, forgetting the telephone book was one of a stack supporting the place where the front left leg of the bed frame was supposed to be, and he awakes as the mattress sinks down. Puzzled, he attempts to push his crazy hair out of his eyes to get a better look at her and the strange actions going on before him. His eyebrows crinkle with confusion, eyes silently pondering the meaning of the burgundy suitcase in front of him. "Where are you going?" He asks, rolling over, his rumpled hair hanging in his eyes. She does not answer him, but instead throws a few more objects into her tattered suitcase and flips through the phone book, searching for a cab company. He reaches out to touch her silky blonde hair, but she jerks out of his reach. Strange, he thinks but shrugs it off. "The rent's due tomorrow," He says, leaning on his side to look at her. She looks away. He longs to gaze into her blue eyes and wish his cares away, longs to seek the meaning of her actions. "I know. I can't take this anymore. There's no excitement, nothing adventurous. I thought it would always be thrilling, well, it's not." She stuffs more into her suitcase and zips it shut. Reaching for the phone, she allows herself to look at him. Her face crumpled with pain, she explains her actions to him. "I thought I loved you, I really thought I did. But I guess I was wrong," She dials the number for the cab company and shrugs her shoulders, attempting to shrug the world away. "I thought we were alright, Elizabeth. I thought everything was alright. You told me everything was alright." %o? Yes, I'll hold. No, everything is not alright. You believed that, but I- Yes, I need a cab. 344 Maple Street. Yes. Fifteen minutes? Good." She puts the phone down and looks at him. Her fingers search her hair, ripping, pulling, twirling. The long blonde strands become a tangled mess as she releases her frustration. "There's no milk in the refrigerator, there's no bread, there's no honey. There's nothing, and I can't live like this anymore. There's no excitement around here, nothing. It's not thrilling anymore. It used to be red and blue and purple, a perfect rainbow, Nick, but now, now it's just a million different shades of gray." She picks up her suitcase and walks out of the room. "Elizabeth?" He can't stand the silence. He wants her to walk back into the room, murmur an expected "just kidding" and climb back in bed, but it doesn't happen. Minutes later he hears her undo the lock and exit through the front door. He waits until her cab pulls up, never moving, never trying to protest what she has shoved at him. He lets her leave. --------------------- Yeah, this is what has come of me being bored in Study Hall. I promise tomorrow's will be much better. "Wie ein Quadrat in einem Kreis, eck' ich immer wieder an obwohl ich doch schon lange weiß, daß ich niemals ändern kann." ~Wizo [This message has been edited by Allysa (11-14-2002 10:32 AM).] |
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