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Started writing this at fucking midnight fell asleep then finished it at 8:00am this freaking morning. Boo yeah!

anywho, I'm just exploring some different things, checking out the 3rd person action some more instead a first person. Experimenting with a new style? I dunno...

But with this story I know all I wanted to do was explore a mutual falling out. With the story Something I did it in first person and just one person "falling out of love." I think a mutual falling out can have more depth to it though. No one is the asshole in this story honestly because they both came to the conclusion that they did for a reason and they firmly understood that reason.

It is a short a simple story, but the good kind of short.


enjoy~




Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


When knowing someone you go through the hard process of finding the beautiful and discouraging places of them. The longer someone knows another, then the more susceptible they are to having their secrets spilled from within them. One doesn't have a choice in the matter, it just happens.

In an ideal world, we fall in love and stay in love with the person the we found those beautiful, yet dark places in. But the dark places chase us away sometimes...


We fall out of love, we grow apart...


Two people drifted apart, finding the path that led them to confront the painful human condition of falling out of love...


...Poison and Wine...



     She felt weird about walking into an empty house, an empty house in an emotional sense. The secrets seemed to float like heartless demons and she couldn't stand it. Yet they weren't secrets, they were the unspoken truth that he wouldn't tell her. 
     Husband should always tell wife things; these things can make or break a relationship. He should not treat her as coldy and harsh as he did. 
     Something about a woman is that they can see through a mans flaws, no matter how well he thinks he hide it. Women can forgive and forget so much, holding their needs in to satisfy their man.
     She was that kind of woman.
     She walked in the entry way behind her husband, both of their faces soured with sadness. An undeniable separation of forces accured in the short, yet long period of their love. A separation that occurs naturally; that's been building over time.
Now as they physically seperate to their private places they avoid looking at each other. The aftermath of their argument was too great for either of them to bear, the emotional papers signed were too unpleasant to come to terms with.
     There is only so much that can work, and yet neither of them wanted to find out what else could work. Being together was intoxicating; being apart was invigorating.
She sat down with a sigh, kicking off her heels; pulling off the unpleasant business like jacket that covered her knee length black dress. Examining herself in the mirror she realized that she looked tired, but most of all different. In all the commotion she hadn't really had time for looking at herself. Her face looked like it was drained of life and she wasn't too pleased about that.
     This was never a place she wanted to be in; each of them building a wall around themselves; deflecting the moments of truth they could possibly share. Yet a simple kiss could reconnect them. His lips were sinfully toxic yet like a sweet wine. They were the poison she couldn't get enough of in the rough times. The elegant craving she lusted after. She knew they shouldn't be together, but no one else filled that emptiness like he did.
     Little did she know, he felt the same. Her lips brought him to complete destruction, knocking down the wall.
     Often he would sit and think like he was know. And these things would cross his mind. He Didn't want to be with her any longer because of the pain it causes, but no one had something special like she did.
     He'd watch her pull away from him, knowing that all she wanted was attention. But the more he pulled away from her the more attention he received. The only way for him or her to feel important was to isolate themselves from the relationship; pull away to feel needed again...
     An unhealthy relationship is often the longest kind of relationship. Even though it is bad, there is always a security blanket that they can fall back onto. They are used to being distructive and not facing the hard truth. Their feelings go unsaid, but they both know soon that this unhealthy need will be gone from their lives.
     They're addiction toward each other is strong; she's his pipe he keeps down in a dirty drawer and he's the needle she keeps in the medicine cabinet behind the pills.
     He can push her down, with words so hurtful. But what choice does he really have.   They're in this harmful love together. He knows you don't choice who you love, but then again he'd like to think he still had the same choice even if he could.
     Here we witness a breakdown of a relationship, the love is there, but it's not enough in this situation. It can't be sad anymore. It just can't.
     As much as they wish they could fix things, they can't withstand the emotional pain of tugging someone along that won't love you the way you want to be loved. Emotional dead weight was not good in any way.
    He walked to her room, standing at the open door with a suitcase in his hand. He took in a breath before he spoke to her, as calmly as he could.
     She was crying, though she was already crying before he even came in the room.     They looked at each other for a long while in an extremely comfortable silence.
     They both knew it was time, no need in delaying the process any further.
     He knew all of her dark places as well as her beautiful ones. She knew what she could about him, the things he would tell and as well as the things he wouldn't.
     This is the separation of a weak force called love. Undeniably beautiful on paper, but in reality it is not so great.
     The heaviness of the situation didn't hit her until she was at the front door. She had her doubts just as any dependable woman would.
     There is a difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. They enjoyed each others time and will cherish the memories they shared.
     No matter where their seperate choices would lead them, they still always have a place in each other's hearts for the memories they will come to create of the broken years.
     As they walked outside they looked at each other one last time, tears still rolling down her cheeks. He gripped the suitcase firmly before loosening his grip and handing it over to her. She took it, her hands delicately brushing against his in the transfer.
     She nodded to him and he gave her a slight nod back. 
No words were needed, everything was already said and done. No more negotiations. No more second chances. They were past that.
    She put her suitcase in the car before getting in. In the car her body racked with sobs as she rested her head on the steering wheel.
     He watched the stranger in the car crying. That what she was now, a stranger. Once you leave the comforts of the unhealthy relationship then you don't know the other person any longer. He went back inside, only crying in the comforts is his own home. He slid down against the door covering his face as he cried.
     He felt relieved about being in an empty house, empty in a physical sense. He no longer had to face the brutal truth or spill his secrets. His house held his secrets and he didn't even mind keeping those secrets from himself.
     They would always love each other more than anything, but they wouldn't be in love with one another.

Two people drifted apart, finding the path that led them to confront the painful human condition of falling out of love...





Chapter End Notes:

I wanted the characters to be undefined, nameless ya know? Because I didn't want it to just be their specific situation, I wanted it to be anyone's situation.







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Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.