Reconciliation - For suffers_vertigo

[literary_james]

James had done as he said, locking himself up in the house. He'd closed the gates at the street, closed and locked both the front and the rear doors, and had spent his time sitting on the lone mattress in the Master Suite with his guitar. He went back and forth between trying to play, trying to polish up older songs, and just laying in complete

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[suffers_vertigo]

She'd told the driver to take a detour on his way to the airport, asking him to wait outside the address with her luggage. Jen didn't know why he'd asked her there but she was sure that Jeff had something to do with it. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she neared the address and she wondered if he was doing this because he'd been told to and not because he wanted to.

Exhausted from not sleeping the night before, plus a hangover, Jen stepped out of the cab once it had stopped. Her pale skin was almost white, or is seemed that way because of the dark and red circles around her eyes. They were proof of her exhaustion and the tears she had cried, and because of it she'd not even bothered trying to look presentable.

On seeing him she stopped, her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach as she waited, eyes welling up once more.

[literary_james]

James was staring blankly at the sidewalk on which he was standing, his hands in his pockets. He wasn't even sure if he was blinking anymore. He didn't know how long he'd been standing there, how long it had been since he'd last seen Jen, how long it had been since he remembered what it felt like to lay down and sleep. Unaware of the date or day of the week, he just stood there, his eyes glazed over. The only hint of him being even remotely human was the slow rise and fall of his chest and stomach as he breathed shallow breaths. Other than that, he could've been a statue, put there for no apparent reason

[suffers_vertigo]

Seeing him her heart sank all the more, looking back she motioned for the driver to wait there and she looked back towards the house and his form as it walked away from her. Jen stood there, frozen to the spot. While she didn't follow him she was still technically his girl, and while that sinking feeling in her stomach became worse, she knew she had to fight it and follow him.

Bloodshot eyes searched the area and finally she took a shaking step, then another, until her legs moved as if on auto pilot. Nothing felt real, Jen felt like her legs were in water, heavy and slow, while her breath came in shallow as fear took over her body. In silence she walked behind him, licking her dry lips while she finally allowed her gaze to settle upon his feet.

[literary_james]

James lingered as he waited to see her walk through the gate, and once she was finally there, he kept walking, over the bridge and to the front door of the house. Large, and almost a single sheet of glass, he opened it, and held it for her as he waited for her to come in. Shutting it behind her, he walked into the main area of the house, which was a large room with high ceilings, half of it a living room and half of it a dining room. Only the house didn't come furnished. Instead, he had the couch he'd had at Z's in one half, and a small desk with a chair on the other side, making the room seem all the more empty. There was a plate still 3/4 full of food sitting on the desk, now serving as a dining room table for one. Alongside it were four or five empty beer bottles, and an ashtray with a half-smoked joint in it