Bleed // Drabble for just-the-problem
Thistle was sitting in the living room, her hands shaking and she was ashamed. Ashamed of herself and of Jim. When she thought about him ,her whole stomach turned and she felt sick and hot tears were streaming down her face.
She clenched the little earring on her hand, and breathed in, closing her eyes.
A few moments later, she heard someone opening the door, and jumped immediately. Her whole body was trembling and she could barely see through the haze of tears in her eyes.
"I`m home." Jim´s voice, was tired and she heard how she put his coat off, and came into the living room. He stopped abruptly by the look on Thistles face.
"What´s the matter, honey?" Jim asked, titling his head to the side.
"Don´t call me that!" Surprisingly, her voice didn´t break and she stepped closer, opening her hand. "Explain this to me." She begged and a little part of her still believed that this was not real, and it hurt.
"Oh my, Thistle-" Jim began, stammering and suddenly he felt a sudden pain on his cheek, seeing Thistles hand rise up.
"How can you do this to me?" It was too late to hide her tears, and they were streaming down her face. "How?" She repeated, merely to herself.
Jim touched his cheek, blushing at the same time, and closing his eyes.
"It´s not the way you think it is." Jim reached into his suit jackets pockets, pulling out a little blue box, and handed it to Thistle.
Totally confused she opened it, seeing the same earring like she had in her hand.
"I bought it for you. Remember you liked them, and I dropped the box and the second one fell out and I couldn´t find it. But I couldn´t ask you because, well it was supposed to be a surprise and-"
Thistle hugged him, her breath was shaky. "Oh Jim." She was still crying, but now out of relief.
"I would never do this to you, never." He hugged her too, placing a kiss on her hair.
