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Prompt: Some More Freewriting
Community: your_scribbles
Title: The breakup?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Extreme sadness, sadness, sad, bring tissues, did I mention sad?
Authors Notes: In my mind, I must like making my characters suffer, seriously. Poor Louis and Ben. Like really. I am a horrible authoress to them. I really think I might have broken them, especially Louis. Ben just misunderstands, but Louis! He's my happy-go lucky character, I really feel like I brought him down. I am indeed a terrible person. :( I just hope you guys enjoy.
Ben was staring at the letter, wondering what to write, wondering what to say and sometimes he wondered if saying nothing at all would work better. He saw the box, he saw the ring. A part of him cried, another part of his dismissed it as not his, and another agreed with it and became angry about it. All in all, he was very tired.
The letter was on a nice piece of paper. It was blank and honestly he didn't know what to write. IT WAS KILLING HIM
Maybe if he talked out loud. Louis wouldn't be back until tomorrow. He took a deep breath and made sure the door was closed. He didn't hear the front door open. He didn't hear the tired foot steps come up the stairs, he did not hear them pause in front of the study door.
"Thank you Louis. Really, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't know very much about myself and I would still be pretending that I was straight and into women." He nodded and wrote it down, in his nice script; the one that got him jobs.
"I found the ring. I doubt its for me. That is why, I..." He gulped and the person standing on the opposite side of the door leaned against it. Terrified.
"I'm leaving. I'm terrible at goodbyes, you know that; that's why we stay an extra hour at your parents and at my mom's when we go and visit. I'm a terrible person always angry and never-" Tears hit the page and Ben sniffled. He didn't think it would be this hard but, it was.
Because,
"-I love you Louis. More then life itself and, and I cannot understand why. You who is beautiful and the sun to my very plant-life existence.. I-I cannot find the words to tell you how much I love you." More tears spilled. Ben sobbed slightly, and the person on the other side of the door staggers away, his hand covering his mouth and bolts from the door. Ben, still not hearing anything gets up, signs the letter and leaves it the way it is. He know Louis will find it.
He pushes the door open and grabs his bags. The cab should have just arrived. He leaves his keys on the counter puts his shoes on, takes one last look at the house and walks out the door. Louis, who arrived home early, just to surprise his lover ran to the door, the ring in hand just to see the cab pull around the corner. He falls to his knees, crying freely as the one person in his life who truly accepted him, misunderstood what the ring actually meant.
He eventually make his way back into the house and called his mother.
"Hello?" Her thick Indian accent quiet apparent on the phone. Louis let out a sob.
"Momma, he's gone." The worry came in at full force.
"What do you mean baby? Whose gone?" He let out another sob unable to express it any other way.
"Louis, is Benjamin gone?" Her words hit a soft spot and he let out another sob, this time he didn't stop, he just let his sadness go through the phone and hoped with all his might that his mother would understand.
"I'm coming baby, don't move okay?" He nodded, knowing she couldn't see it but she understood as the phone went dead. He let it drop, and with it, his heart as fragile as glass, broken into a thousand pieces.
"The ring was for you, always for you, always."
Community: your_scribbles
Title: The breakup?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Extreme sadness, sadness, sad, bring tissues, did I mention sad?
Authors Notes: In my mind, I must like making my characters suffer, seriously. Poor Louis and Ben. Like really. I am a horrible authoress to them. I really think I might have broken them, especially Louis. Ben just misunderstands, but Louis! He's my happy-go lucky character, I really feel like I brought him down. I am indeed a terrible person. :( I just hope you guys enjoy.
Ben was staring at the letter, wondering what to write, wondering what to say and sometimes he wondered if saying nothing at all would work better. He saw the box, he saw the ring. A part of him cried, another part of his dismissed it as not his, and another agreed with it and became angry about it. All in all, he was very tired.
The letter was on a nice piece of paper. It was blank and honestly he didn't know what to write. IT WAS KILLING HIM
Maybe if he talked out loud. Louis wouldn't be back until tomorrow. He took a deep breath and made sure the door was closed. He didn't hear the front door open. He didn't hear the tired foot steps come up the stairs, he did not hear them pause in front of the study door.
"Thank you Louis. Really, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't know very much about myself and I would still be pretending that I was straight and into women." He nodded and wrote it down, in his nice script; the one that got him jobs.
"I found the ring. I doubt its for me. That is why, I..." He gulped and the person standing on the opposite side of the door leaned against it. Terrified.
"I'm leaving. I'm terrible at goodbyes, you know that; that's why we stay an extra hour at your parents and at my mom's when we go and visit. I'm a terrible person always angry and never-" Tears hit the page and Ben sniffled. He didn't think it would be this hard but, it was.
Because,
"-I love you Louis. More then life itself and, and I cannot understand why. You who is beautiful and the sun to my very plant-life existence.. I-I cannot find the words to tell you how much I love you." More tears spilled. Ben sobbed slightly, and the person on the other side of the door staggers away, his hand covering his mouth and bolts from the door. Ben, still not hearing anything gets up, signs the letter and leaves it the way it is. He know Louis will find it.
He pushes the door open and grabs his bags. The cab should have just arrived. He leaves his keys on the counter puts his shoes on, takes one last look at the house and walks out the door. Louis, who arrived home early, just to surprise his lover ran to the door, the ring in hand just to see the cab pull around the corner. He falls to his knees, crying freely as the one person in his life who truly accepted him, misunderstood what the ring actually meant.
He eventually make his way back into the house and called his mother.
"Hello?" Her thick Indian accent quiet apparent on the phone. Louis let out a sob.
"Momma, he's gone." The worry came in at full force.
"What do you mean baby? Whose gone?" He let out another sob unable to express it any other way.
"Louis, is Benjamin gone?" Her words hit a soft spot and he let out another sob, this time he didn't stop, he just let his sadness go through the phone and hoped with all his might that his mother would understand.
"I'm coming baby, don't move okay?" He nodded, knowing she couldn't see it but she understood as the phone went dead. He let it drop, and with it, his heart as fragile as glass, broken into a thousand pieces.
"The ring was for you, always for you, always."