For muse_shuffle - May Disc Two
Since you’ve been gone I can do whatever I want // I can see who ever I choose // Eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant, oh yeah // But nothing, nothing can take away these blues
(Prince - ‘Nothing Compares 2 U’)
She’d almost forgotten what it was like to be single. Almost. The coming home to an empty house had never escaped her memory. It had been one of the joys she’d always had when Riley was done with his shift at a reasonable hour and she'd come home and find him there. Eating out alone was just a waste. There was no one to make fun of the waiters with, or listen to her theories on who was bonking whom amongst the staff, no one to steal food off her plate, or tease her for being a lightweight when it came to alcohol. There was no one to walk her home, and hold her hand. No one to wrap his arm around her when she started to shiver, and roll her eyes at how a natural born Scot couldn’t handle the cold.
The sex is something she misses, but it doesn’t leave the same gaping chasm in her heart as thinking about his smile, or laugh does. It doesn’t make her nearly cry like when she thinks about the nicotine she could taste on his tongue when he used to kiss her after having a cigarette. Beth thought it was a disgusting habit-and she still did-but it was his habit.
She hadn’t cleansed her place of all the photographs of him and them. She hadn’t stopped using his shirt as her pajama top, and she hadn’t even thrown out the toothbrush he’d left behind. The fucker had left her to go take a job in America and she was sitting around and acting like he was just going to show up and admit to what a mistake he’d made. They’d both made. She wasn’t naïve enough to let him shoulder the burden for their breakup.
She kept going to work like normal. She kept working on her photography, and artwork, and she even kept going out with friends. As soon as she was left on her own at home… that was it. She stopped living, and mourned for the loss of a relationship that had meant the world to her. She wasn’t sure if she’d be any less depressed had they parted as friends, and promised to call. She just knew that something had to be better than nothing, because nothing was just complete and utterly depressing shit.
If she could hate him, it would have been easier.
Beth Anderson
Original Character
Words: 400
pullmysteth used with permission.
(Prince - ‘Nothing Compares 2 U’)
She’d almost forgotten what it was like to be single. Almost. The coming home to an empty house had never escaped her memory. It had been one of the joys she’d always had when Riley was done with his shift at a reasonable hour and she'd come home and find him there. Eating out alone was just a waste. There was no one to make fun of the waiters with, or listen to her theories on who was bonking whom amongst the staff, no one to steal food off her plate, or tease her for being a lightweight when it came to alcohol. There was no one to walk her home, and hold her hand. No one to wrap his arm around her when she started to shiver, and roll her eyes at how a natural born Scot couldn’t handle the cold.
The sex is something she misses, but it doesn’t leave the same gaping chasm in her heart as thinking about his smile, or laugh does. It doesn’t make her nearly cry like when she thinks about the nicotine she could taste on his tongue when he used to kiss her after having a cigarette. Beth thought it was a disgusting habit-and she still did-but it was his habit.
She hadn’t cleansed her place of all the photographs of him and them. She hadn’t stopped using his shirt as her pajama top, and she hadn’t even thrown out the toothbrush he’d left behind. The fucker had left her to go take a job in America and she was sitting around and acting like he was just going to show up and admit to what a mistake he’d made. They’d both made. She wasn’t naïve enough to let him shoulder the burden for their breakup.
She kept going to work like normal. She kept working on her photography, and artwork, and she even kept going out with friends. As soon as she was left on her own at home… that was it. She stopped living, and mourned for the loss of a relationship that had meant the world to her. She wasn’t sure if she’d be any less depressed had they parted as friends, and promised to call. She just knew that something had to be better than nothing, because nothing was just complete and utterly depressing shit.
If she could hate him, it would have been easier.
Beth Anderson
Original Character
Words: 400
pullmysteth used with permission.