as soon as he was moving away from her, daisy bit her lip, dropping the smile that wasnât quite fake but wasnât quite real, either. she wondered if it even mattered. at one point, the two of them had known each other so well, and she could guess that he probably wasnât fooled. still, he didnât call her on it, and she was thankful for it. Â
it was somehow easier to breathe with his back turned to her, busy fixing up tea while her eyes stayed fixed on him. if daisyâs smile had been more polite than genuine, adamâs question felt like little more than small talk in return. but the compliment was nice, and did make her blush just a little, thinking about him watching her film. âthank you,â she murmured, voice low as he shuffled back into the living room, still watching him as he went. âeverythingâsâŠyeah, everythingâs been good.â
daisy was so lost in herself for a moment, she didnât realize he was looking back at her, didnât notice him moving closer until he was right in front of her. and then just like that, he was touching her too, a hand on her jaw, and it was enough to bring back a world of memories of being this close to him, and closer. and when what he said really hit her, adam couldnât have missed the hitch of her breath. she didnât know what sheâd expected from this visit; sheâd stayed up late worrying about it, but ultimately had no idea. this, though? definitely caught her off guard.
which was why it took her a moment to begin to respond, just looking back at adam while she tilted her head just slightly into his touch, almost automatically. âoh,â was all she said at first, softly. a million thoughts raced through daisyâs head, absolutely clueless of how to proceed from where they currently stood. and some part of her wanted to take the apology and start to move forward. but her aries sun didnât ever make her good at letting things go. âfor everything?â
she stepped just far enough sideways to break the contact, crossing her arms over her chest, defensive body language that reflected how out of her depth she was feeling, and tried to gather her thoughts. âi cried for months over you,â she told him, and it was simply a fact that slipped out before daisy could stop it. it also wasnât the whole truth, which is that she cried over him for longer than that. âyou justâŠleft me, and didnât ever say a word.â it wasnât bitter, and it wasnât said out of spite, but there were so many unexpressed emotions still left over in daisy, and with no closure between the two of them, they were all starting to spill out.
Adam watched her smile fall from the corner of his eyes. He didn't say anything though in return, just merely continued the action he was doing. He knew that there were probably countless times of smiles being torn away because of him, and it made his heart sink deeper into the depths of his chest, barely hanging on by a thread. It made him feel like the embodiment of pure evil to tug away such a delightful smile, but he wrangled that feeling, pushing it down deeper within himself to deal with later.
When he heard her speaking so quietly, so meekly, it hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn't help the expression of frustration that washed over his usual stoic features. Underneath it all, he knew he still needed her, he always did, and he knows that's exactly why his marriage had come crumbling down before him. He took a second, breath shaky as he felt his eyes burning slightly, mildly unaware that he was about to cry. He usually didn't, but this was three years of emotional downcast coming to a rupture.
It was doomed from the beginning, he loved Joanne at one point, he did, he swears up and down but there was a fleeting moment when Daisy had entered, that things shifted, it all changed. She did this, so beautifully, so effortlessly. It was a silent tug that she always held over him. He noticed her breath had hitched, and his eyes shifted toward her mouth, watching in silence as he listened to her, what he should've done from the beginning. It was hard, because this was the exact thing he had been inadverently running from, but he knew one day he'd have to stand there, listening to the demons and voices taunt him, but he'd do it, because he'd do anything for Daisy if she asked.
"Everything," he replied, voice soft and calm. He didn't want to react too much, as if she was too fragile and would wither away beneath his fingertips. He watched her move away, which he didn't blame her for and let his hand drift down to his own front pockets, both hands tucking themselves in as he looked down at the hardwood floors, eyes clouded with thought. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, especially with the end of the trilogy coming up. He knows that Oscar had noticed, and he felt mildly guilty for it all, but Adam was someone to hold onto things deeply, and concealed them to do away with at a later date.
"I know I did," he responded, glancing up to see her becoming defensive, recoiling away from him. It hurt straight down to his core, and he could only stand there, letting her finally have her moment to unleash her inner demons that he was the puppeteer behind. "I'm so sorry. You know that? I worried about what everyone would think. That I was less of a man that I thought I was. I was afraid of admitting what I felt for you. I always had this ideal it was just a fling, but it wasn't. At least I don't think it was," he exhaled, swallowing down a lump that seemed to form within his throat.
"You never left my mind, you know? I just want you to know that. Ask Oscar, too. He can testify that I genuinely cried for you, too." He hesitated for a moment, wondering if his next words were smart, but this was about closure, overcoming the past and letting things come down to a restful slumber. "I still do. Cry for you. Care for you. All of it."