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He sat down, in the middle of the room. An empty room, in a now empty house. Goose pimples raised up on his honey hued brown skin, and his frame, hunched up as it was, quivered rhythmically. Another shaky breath left him, as he attempted to hold on to the remaining shards of self control he possessed.
His body shook as his breath deserted him, the same way in which the foundations of his world shook after finding that she'd deserted him. So he sat in the little 2 bed-roomed 'up ad down' deserted house. He still needed her, and it ached. It ached that her actions symbolised the new order of her world.
He was no longer crucial to her, her priorities had changed.
It was at eleven pm that Elise Brown trod a weary path up Chester lane, and came to a stop at the house recently vacated by Ellen Hues. It had been a very long day. All she wanted now was to close this up, tie up all the loose ends, and go home to a nice cup of hot coco. A quick check through the house, a survey of the electrics, and then she'd be free to leave.
"Mathew"?!
He barely moved when Elise gasped his name, but when she approached, crouched down and touched his shoulder, felt his shaking frame and called his name again he lifted his head slowly, and met her green eyed stare.
In a hoarse voice he responded the only way he knew how. "She left".
Now feeling less weary and more anxious Elise wrapped her small hand around his. "I know."
Sitting in Elise's kitchen, 8 weeks later, with the lights switched on, his legs just touching the heated floor from his seat on the black and chrome high stools Mathew understood. It really all wasn't black and white or clear cut. His hand cupped around the warm coco. Slowly he traced the words on he cup.
An "E". Things had Ended.
A "L". He'd Lost.
An "I". He wasn't Invincible.
A "S". He shouldn't have been Surprised.
An "E". To Elise he'd be grateful, Eternally.
Putting his cup down Mathew decided... Life wasn't about the black and white, it was about the moments in between. The different shades of grey. The moments of uncertainty. The times that forced you to speculate to take risks.
"Mathew, thanks for the lift. I really appreciate it." Elise beamed holding a plate of toast.
In one fluid motion Mathew had stood up, taken the plate from Elise, placed it on the breakfast bar and planted himself before her.
His hands circled her waist and he drew her closer. She closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards. And as his lips pressed down on hers, they found that in this mixed up world… it was all about the grey.
His body shook as his breath deserted him, the same way in which the foundations of his world shook after finding that she'd deserted him. So he sat in the little 2 bed-roomed 'up ad down' deserted house. He still needed her, and it ached. It ached that her actions symbolised the new order of her world.
He was no longer crucial to her, her priorities had changed.
It was at eleven pm that Elise Brown trod a weary path up Chester lane, and came to a stop at the house recently vacated by Ellen Hues. It had been a very long day. All she wanted now was to close this up, tie up all the loose ends, and go home to a nice cup of hot coco. A quick check through the house, a survey of the electrics, and then she'd be free to leave.
"Mathew"?!
He barely moved when Elise gasped his name, but when she approached, crouched down and touched his shoulder, felt his shaking frame and called his name again he lifted his head slowly, and met her green eyed stare.
In a hoarse voice he responded the only way he knew how. "She left".
Now feeling less weary and more anxious Elise wrapped her small hand around his. "I know."
Sitting in Elise's kitchen, 8 weeks later, with the lights switched on, his legs just touching the heated floor from his seat on the black and chrome high stools Mathew understood. It really all wasn't black and white or clear cut. His hand cupped around the warm coco. Slowly he traced the words on he cup.
An "E". Things had Ended.
A "L". He'd Lost.
An "I". He wasn't Invincible.
A "S". He shouldn't have been Surprised.
An "E". To Elise he'd be grateful, Eternally.
Putting his cup down Mathew decided... Life wasn't about the black and white, it was about the moments in between. The different shades of grey. The moments of uncertainty. The times that forced you to speculate to take risks.
"Mathew, thanks for the lift. I really appreciate it." Elise beamed holding a plate of toast.
In one fluid motion Mathew had stood up, taken the plate from Elise, placed it on the breakfast bar and planted himself before her.
His hands circled her waist and he drew her closer. She closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards. And as his lips pressed down on hers, they found that in this mixed up world… it was all about the grey.