I'm submitting something for an RP guild.
I haven't RPd in ages and I need to satisfy my urge!
It really wasn't necessary for him to rant and rave the way he did; the corners of her lips curled into her version of a smile. To others, it would look like a condescending smirk, but he knew her well enough to know the difference.
A dish -- a rather expensive piece of China she inherited from her grandmother, she noted with a twinge of annoyance -- shattered just shy of her right ear as he continued to trash their ('No, MY,' she corrected herself quickly) living room in his blind fury. She hadn't a clue why he was making such a scene; it wasn't as if they had anything between them besides a good fuck every now and then. And it wasn't as if it were her fault she was leaving!
... That was a lie as good as any, but that was completely besides the point. There was nothing between them, absolutely -nothing-.
Then why did something inside her die when his face crumbled at her news? Why did she feel such an immeasurable amount of guild weighing her down in her chair, pressing against her chest, hindering the rise and fall of her chest as she fought to breathe?
She had no feelings for him, no. None at all.
But it still hurt to say goodbye.
It really wasn't necessary for him to rant and rave the way he did; the corners of her lips curled into her version of a smile. To others, it would look like a condescending smirk, but he knew her well enough to know the difference.
A dish -- a rather expensive piece of China she inherited from her grandmother, she noted with a twinge of annoyance -- shattered just shy of her right ear as he continued to trash their ('No, MY,' she corrected herself quickly) living room in his blind fury. She hadn't a clue why he was making such a scene; it wasn't as if they had anything between them besides a good fuck every now and then. And it wasn't as if it were her fault she was leaving!
... That was a lie as good as any, but that was completely besides the point. There was nothing between them, absolutely -nothing-.
Then why did something inside her die when his face crumbled at her news? Why did she feel such an immeasurable amount of guild weighing her down in her chair, pressing against her chest, hindering the rise and fall of her chest as she fought to breathe?
She had no feelings for him, no. None at all.
But it still hurt to say goodbye.