Aku no Hana - Buck-Tickbreaks_groundJune 17 2011, 09:29:34 UTC
A rainy evening to himself, and the air had a charge to it, a telling of a coming storm. Giovanni could only hope Raikov returned before it came up, but for now he was restless. The air charged him, made him need to do something, but as he finally sat down to try to study a rock, his phone rang. This number...looked unfamiliar, so he answered in a formal way, fidgiting with his necklace, "Moretti."
The voice, however, was familiar, and sucked all the jitteryness out of him. "...Giovanni."
Raw dread balled up in his stomach, and his mouth became dry, unable to utter a word. Was it really... he finally spoke her name, though it barely was more than a whisper.
"Nice to know you still remember that much." The sharp words cut his soul, but he knew he deserved everything that might come. And come it did, in a measured tone that he vaguely remembered as how she spoke when she was trying not to explode. All the pain, all the anger...it was in every crisp, uttered word, and he felt whatever hope he had ever had of reuniting start to be crushed. And finally, silence as she let her words, of how she had suffered these last years sink in, and then...
"Did our life before mean nothing?"
It brought back such a strong influx of memories he had to remember to breathe. It was twisting the knife in the wound, and each wonderful memory, and the thought he had left all that for such an illusion...he winced as he felt pain in his hand, realized he had dug the pointed stone into flesh, and warm blood dripped to the ground. Through all of it he remained silent, unable to say anything that would suffice. She hated him, with perfect reason.
"I don't ever want to see you again. I've moved on. Don't you dare come crawling back." And with that, the phone shut off. And even if he had told himself she wouldn't want to see him again...he slid to the ground, feeling his heart scream but unable to make a sound.
The voice, however, was familiar, and sucked all the jitteryness out of him.
"...Giovanni."
Raw dread balled up in his stomach, and his mouth became dry, unable to utter a word. Was it really... he finally spoke her name, though it barely was more than a whisper.
"Nice to know you still remember that much." The sharp words cut his soul, but he knew he deserved everything that might come. And come it did, in a measured tone that he vaguely remembered as how she spoke when she was trying not to explode. All the pain, all the anger...it was in every crisp, uttered word, and he felt whatever hope he had ever had of reuniting start to be crushed. And finally, silence as she let her words, of how she had suffered these last years sink in, and then...
"Did our life before mean nothing?"
It brought back such a strong influx of memories he had to remember to breathe. It was twisting the knife in the wound, and each wonderful memory, and the thought he had left all that for such an illusion...he winced as he felt pain in his hand, realized he had dug the pointed stone into flesh, and warm blood dripped to the ground. Through all of it he remained silent, unable to say anything that would suffice. She hated him, with perfect reason.
"I don't ever want to see you again. I've moved on. Don't you dare come crawling back." And with that, the phone shut off. And even if he had told himself she wouldn't want to see him again...he slid to the ground, feeling his heart scream but unable to make a sound.
[...yeah I got nothing :|]
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