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Tourmaline's Green DepthsPrologue"Bast, you cried over A Room With A View! I slept through it. Baby, we're just incompatible." She was beautiful even when she was leaving him. Her creamy caffe latte skin, her bouncy espresso curls, and her beautiful brown eyes as hard as polished walnut in his tear blurred vision. He would not be embarrassed of his tears as she stomped all over his heart. He flicked the tv on at sat back against the wall. The images were nonsensical, as he continued internal analysis. He felt no different about her, then he did when he met her three years ago. He left her to her tirade, knowing there was nothing he could say that would help. Tomorrow he would call her at her sister's after she had time to cool off. He propped his head against the wall, not understanding what had sent her into killing off their relationship. They had talked about marriage before rationally and civilly. All you can to is let her cool off, Bast. He sniffed and wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand, as he watched what he decided was Tom Cruise in a blond wig. She had denuded the book shelves and had emptied their bedroom by the time he had arrived home. This wasn't spur of the moment. She had boxes, packing tape and had rented a truck. How many times will I be forced to endure this scene? It was always them that left. He had always been happy. What is wrong with me? They always seemed to be so happy at the beginning. He was handsome enough. He studied his reflection in the hallway mirror that Lily had set with her belongings. He had a strong chin, which he stuck out for his observation. His cheekbones were sharp but now they were softened with this summer’s crop of freckles. His hand smoothed the mop of unruly red-brown locks. Without the puffiness, his eyes had always been a draw or so he'd been told. Sea-grey under his long lashes, his eyes had always been his favourite feature. He pulled up his t-shirt and studied his torso in the mirror. It was lean, but he though well muscled. Not too hairy only a little sprinkle of brown hair along his sternum. He grabbed the little roll of flesh that was the evidence of his seat bond job. He clenched his stomach muscles. It wasn’t much it didn’t even hide the muscles. He wasn't a body nazi, just kept himself up with bicycling or blading to work, with a couple of hours at the gym a week to work on his upper body. Sighing, he dropped his head back to the wall with an audible thud. She was still finding more things, he was sure his apartment wasn't this empty before she had moved in. He rolled his head along the wall to study the only untouched places in the living room; his computer desk, audio cabinet and the small space that was his studio. He looked back to the TV. A blond Tom was dragging a long haired Brad Pitt from a rat infested sewer. See Brad Tom cares. Oh, man. The reality of Lily's planned exit was beginning to sink in. This was it. The end of his longest relationship, the one he though he would grow old with was leaving him. What a fucking loser you are, Bast. The post-relationship depression was already settling in. The knock on the door registered but he didn't get up. He heard Lily run down the stairs, and then voices and four sets of feet come up. Lily's sister, Dahlia, gave him a concerned look. "Are you okay, Bast?" He nodded, trying not to let her concern drive him into another bout of tears. He forced a smile onto his face, and watched Lily's friends and family carry away the cardboard boxes containing his heart. He was alone again. Oh God. I wish I could find love that would never leave. The movie vampire smiled at him. |
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