’ please , you’re just drunk. like always. ’ perhaps that was what she wanted to hear , that his urge to see her , right then , right there , had exceeded all reason , that at this hour of night , in his befuddled state , she was on his mind. but reality had sliced through the four walls that entrapped them like a novice butcher’s dulled blade , jagged cuts bleeding rose tinged idealism out into measly puddles at her feet. there were two options , neither ideal , each in conflict with who she was and who she wished to be , ( the helpless damsel and her own knight ) she could continue to pine after the shell of the man she had once adored , still adored though with much less vehemence , or she could leave everything she ( they ? ) had fought for in pursuit of something much less tired , much less trite. she settled for a third option , one she was sure to come up with soon enough , but for now ? she kept him at arm’s length. too scared to let him any closer , too scared to let him slip any further. ‘ oh , so now you’re worried about how late it is ? ’ a laugh devoid of all humor slipped from the tip of her tongue , an arched brow armored features that had fallen soft in his presence. ‘ drink. ’ she said , sliding a glass of water across the island’s countertop , careful not to let her fingertips linger near him a second too long , careful not to look him right in the eye. there was no helping someone who didn’t want to be helped , but for him , she tried. ‘ it’s late , ’ she repeated his own words. ‘ i’m not going to send you out on your own at this hour. ’ in this state.
he’s come here for a litany of POOR reasons, but perhaps the one he’s focused most on is the one spelled out in a confession between scarred lips. it’s not the same, he knows, the way her once-soft gaze now tears into guilt-ridden skin. it’s not dark enough to be hate plaguing her bright blue eyes, but it’s not light enough to be love, either. tyler-- a man with an answer to EVERYTHING-- isn’t sure what he wants to see staring back at him anymore, but he can’t feign ignorance enough to not know what he deserves. ‘ like always, ’ tyler agrees with a proud little smile that burns himself more than it ever could anyone else. he’s burned through second chance after second chance without so much as a thought, and maybe in another, braver life he’ll be able to explain why he’s been reduced to nothing but a g r a v e. instead, like a coward, he CRAVES her hatred like a crude reassurance that no one suffers sleepless nights over a lost cause. it feels a bit final, this. fatal. hazel hues glance at the water, but he makes no movement to grab it. it holds the same clarity, but not the same burn he’ll crave until the end of time. it’s a lost fight. ‘ i should go. ’ the chair s c r a p e s against the floor with his sudden movement. ‘ thank you... ’ bruised knuckles rap against the counter top, but there’s no right thing to say here, ‘ for letting me see you. but i shouldn’t have come. ‘
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