Someone New - Prompt #2
Time: December 31st, 23:55
Where: Hunter Household
Feet set on the table, Garret leaned back in his chair, straightening his knife on a sharpening stone. The only light in the room had been from his lamp, and the digital clock he'd eye every once and awhile.
Today had gone very different in his head. He had imagined he'd spend it with Belle. A New Years kiss was important after all. He had thought, by now, he would have wore her down. He hardly imagined spending new years alone, just enough beer to take off the edge but not enough to make him leave. He didn't want to go out and do something stupid. Because he knew if he did, the first thing he'd do is find Gold.
Setting the stone aside, Garret pressed the tip of the blade to his thumb, twisting it a little. A painless prick told him it was sharp enough, wiping the blood on his pants without any real care. Strangely, he had often imagined his blade to be a sword, he had planned to kill the beast with it. It was easier living the fantasy when he was Gold as a beast, and not a man. Sometimes he had to wonder if he even was.
But he couldn't think like that. Not anymore. Because if he starting thinking about the beast, he started thinking about the beauty. And if he started thinking about her, he'd never stop. It was a vicious cycle he'd found himself in often, and this year he wouldn't do it to himself. In honesty, Garret wasn't so think as to believe Belle wanted him. He was simply.. hopeful that she could grow to do so. That he could change her mind. He didn't understand why she didn't, just that she didn't. What about him was to repelling to her?
Sliding the knife back into its holster, Garret closed his eyes, chastising himself. He was thinking about it again. Taking a swig of his beer, he reopened his eyes, glancing to the clock. 23:59..
It was decided. Belle would be last year. She was holding him back, and he needed someone new. Belle obviously wasn't worth his time. Well.. not necessarily, but it made it easier on him if he pinned the blame on her.
No.. this year, Garret would find someone else. Someone.. suited for him. Belle was the past. And the future? Garret didn't know that yet. But he'd find someone, he'd be sure of it.
The clock ticked over, and Garret gave a shaky sigh. Giving up wasn't easy, especially when he never lost. Picking up his phone, he started to dial a number. Half way through, he paused. Why was he writing to her? Abril. She was probably asleep, and didn't need to be disturbed by a 'Happy New Year' from a drunk.
Putting down the phone, he reached up massaging his forehead. No, he'd say it in person.
















