I cannot believe the words and actions I witnessed from the skyline and rooms in the apartment we share. He was late again and all I was doing in the shadows of night was sitting on the window-seat, looking down onto the city lights below from the wide glass window, a mug of steaming hot coffee in my hands that brought warmth. All I could hear was the noise of passing traffic down below and the ticking of the clock from the kitchen. It was still, so still.499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHhYkCGAV1y
Until before midnight, the apartment door heaves open with a heavy sigh and He stumbles in. What I define as He, is the one that I call my lover which no other woman may have. His breathing was heavy, legs unstable. The sweaty palms of his hand clutched the side of the wall as his gaze was fixed on me. I put down the coffee.499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdT78Qhbl9z
In an instant, I could tell exactly what state he was in. Dead drunk or close to being dead drunk. He whispered my name which came out more like a hiss and then, an offensive word which took me aback. Never had a man called me that. I've never been the one to get so angry, I've always been passive, never aggressive.
Slowly, I felt my hot hand touching the side of his beetroot colour cheeks as I saw just how distressed he looked. Before I could hug him and smell his alcoholic breath, his body fell forward and collapsed at my feet. I saw them now, what had been hidden away by thick, long sleeves. Scars, bruises. The fight, I saw it now.499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQAh9Py5edp
When we first met, it was back in High School. We were both quiet, hardworking and loyal contributing to various societies. We were also both bullied, the thought that one of our past bullies had beaten him up and also made him drink alcohol. A hot, wet tear trickled down my cheek. Slowly, I lifted him onto the double bed, being careful not to knock the coffee over in the process.
He was breathing, there was a pulse. It was then I realised that you never know what might happen to you in life. Everything and anything can get thrown your way, you have to be prepared for what may come. I spoke his name in the loud depths of his ear, no response. I kissed him gently by the side of his neck, no response. Finally, I kissed him on the lips trying to pull off a Sleeping Beauty fairytale. It worked.
His eyes slowly opened to look towards me, forget the coffee. He was more important. I started to kiss all of the scars, the bruises in all attempts to take his pain away. I just didn't want him to feel bad about himself.
We had argued a few times in the last week but whenever he went out to clear the air, he would come back in say twenty minutes, climb in bed next to me, take my hand and place it in his with a sorry.
Now looking at him, his mouth opened to try and speak but my response was to place my finger on it to shush him then gently climb into bed with him following close behind. I know that he was trying to say sorry but I didn't want him to speak, he was too broken to do that.
Letting my warmth settle things down, we cuddled like lovers and dusted away our various cobwebs and fragments from the tears that we shed and from the hurt of our High School days. Tomorrow's a new day.
For the first time in a while, I opened my eyes and there he was standing above me carrying roses and a box of chocolates. Whenever we've fought with each other, the bedsheets have always become lopsided. Today, they were straight.499Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7i7flKMEY5
Which signalled one thing; Change.
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