Snippet #1260466

The sound of her yelling, no screaming, gave me not only a headache, but a heartache. I could feel my temples throbbing, hear my heart thumping in my ears, or worse, hear the door slamming and the car peeling out of the driveway to god knows where. Honestly..I don't even remember what I said that set her off, or what she was even yelling so self righteously about. Not like it really mattered anymore. The fights were pointless, stupid, completely and utterly unnecessary, I knew that much. Did I really not make her happy enough that she had to run off to some other man?... Was she really that unhappy that she had to make up reasons to fight just to leave? I'm not the bad guy here am I? I puffed out my cheeks in a sigh and ran my hands up and over my face then back through my hair in mild frustration before picking up the bed sheets that were to be thrown into the washer. I inhaled and couldn't help but grimace as the smell of cigar and a cologne that wasn't mind flooded my nostrils and overwhelmed my senses. It made my stomach a little sick. To even think back to when she came home last night. The scent heavier and more potent then because she didn't even bother to hide it. Didn't have any sort of respect for my dignity to even try and hide the fact that she was with other men. No. She knew I wouldn't say anything. ..Couldn't say anything. I just couldn't... Maybe..just maybe I still hold the hope that she'll suddenly see the light. Suddenly decide that I'm good enough...

Just as my stomach was knotting at my own thoughts, the familiar buzz of my phone against my thigh brought me back to reality. Coffee. I couldn't suppress the natural smile the thought of hanging out with friends caused. Old friends. Loyal friends. Friends with whom I could be me and that was enough. With a quick push of the start button on the Maytag, my fingers then deftly danced across the keys in a response.



Not long after, I had thrown on my jacket, snatched up the keys to the jeep and was on my way. Stuffing my hands deep in my pockets, my long legs carried me fairly quickly towards the ever-lingering smell of coffee just across the street. Luke, Robin, and Ouija. My smile spread as I flashed my set of pearly whites at the group.

"Long time, no see." I remarked as I approached the table, gaze flicking to each friend individually, smiling and acknowledging Luke with a pat to the shoulder, and the two girls with a hug.