you spent the evening unpacking books from boxes


liquor and love lost.
April 16, 2009, 3:18 pm
Filed under: writing
“What the fuck is your problem?” She screamed, tears streaming down her face. This had been rising up inside her for so long, and she couldn’t hold back anymore. “You’re my problem, kid.” He took another drag of his cigarette. Still so cold and harsh towards her, not even frowning. Just a blank look. “I’m your problem? I’m your fucking problem?” She flew at him, still crying, and began to beat on his chest. “Your problem is you have no fucking heart. You’re so cold. It’s like… it’s like there’s nothing there,” she pushed a finger into his chest. “Nothing! You don’t feel, you just exist.” She spat, hoping to hit a nerve or anything, just to break him or affect him in some way. Any other emotion that she could bleed out of him would satisfy her, he was just so smug all the time. He grabbed one of her wrists with his free hand and held it in the air above her head. Her arms were tiny compared to his, which were thick and robust. His fingers easily encircling her wrists. “Maybe so.” he grabbed her other hand, and pushed her against the wall, approaching her slowly. “But you’re existing with me, kid. And I like that. Despite the fact you detest my very being right now, it makes me happy to know you’re wasting emotion on me.” Exhaling smoke in her face, as he pinned her hands above her head, cigarette still held between his fingers, he licked his lips, and a smile danced at the corners of his mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey, as he pressed his lips against hers. “I’ve always had a thing for you, kid.” Breaking the kiss, he touched his forehead to hers and smirked. Her hair was wet and stuck to it, and her mascara had bled down her cheeks. Just as she felt herself melting into his chest, he pushed her firmly back into the wall and let her hands fall to her sides as he made to leave. “Stop calling me ‘kid’.” She hissed as the door slammed shut and she was left alone in an unfamiliar room, with the aroma of smoke lingering in the air, and a taste of bitterness now on her lips.

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