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rainbowfic2014-01-06 08:33 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2014-01-06 08:33 pm
Pearls of wisdom 4 - Eraser - Graffiti
Name: Kana
Title: Chances
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya
Colors: Pearls of wisdom 4. Give people a second chance, but not a third
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (break-up AU) – Graffiti (I’ll have seconds)
Word count: 685
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cheating boyfriends?
Summary: Freya is heartbroken when she learns Nick cheated on her. Again.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
You are sitting in your favorite cafe. There are tears in your eyes, but you still have enough strength to keep them in, to not let them spill.
Hands are balled to fists and they are just resting on the table in front of you. You want to punch and hit and kick though. But you don't. Not here. Not now.
It wouldn't matter anyway. He's not here. He's not...
"A hot choco?"
You look up, surprised, when you hear the voice next to you. The look on the waitress face says enough. The tears have escaped and are rolling freely down your cheeks.
She puts the cup down without another word and walks back to the counter. Secretly you are glad she saw, and that she leaves you alone.
It seems as if you can't do anything. Anything but staring in front of you and eventually warming your hands on the cup that is standing before you. Chocolate. You always used to claim it was a cure to everything that went wrong. But now... Now you are not so sure anymore. For it doesn't lessen the pain you are feeling now. It doesn't fix your broken heart.
-
"Did you kiss her?"
He nods once, not daring to look you in the eyes.
“Did you sleep with her?”
You don’t have to voice the ’again’ again. And he doesn't have to answer, the look on his face tells you all you need to know.
A shaky laugh escapes you, it's only to mask your tears. To hide the pain and the fear.
Without another word you turns around, picking up your handbag from where you threw it on the floor just half an hour ago. Your hands are shaking. Not that he notices it.
"Freya..."
You shake your head and walk out of the room, slamming the door behind you. Hard.
-
"Are you okay?"
The same waitress is standing next to your table, another hot choco in her hands. She smiles encouragingly when she puts it down in front of you. And you shake your head in denial. Bringing up a hand to brush away the tears that are still - or is it once more - falling down.
"Want to talk about it?"
The comment makes you look at her in surprise.
"I have a break. And sometimes it can be good to spill your heart. Even to a complete stranger. Or perhaps because it is a complete stranger. Who am I to judge. I don't know you or the person it is about. I can just tell you my opinion. Or the truth. If you want a reaction from me. Or I can just stay silent and listen. Or you don't have to talk and I can just be here. Or you can tell me to go away."
She laughs softly.
"That last one would be my first option. But then again. A complete stranger once really helped me as well. I thought, perhaps, that you would..."
A nervous chuckle when she realizes how much she is rambling.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
You shake your head and smile reassuringly. It's but a little smile, but it is enough.
She sets herself down next to you and you take a deep breath.
"I could do with just some silent comfort, if you don't mind."
It makes her shake her head and she places a warm hand on top of yours.
"Because I know what you would say. I really know. But... Love often makes you blind and stupid, so... I wouldn't be able to accept it. Yet. Even though I know you'd be right. And..."
Another deep intake of breath.
"They deserve a second chance. But do they deserve a third?"
Once more there are tears rolling down your face. And you're not brushing them away. It seems as if you can't find the strength to do so.
Silently she offers you a napkin and no advice. Just like you asked. She just reassuringly squeezes your hand. It's all you need for the moment. Comfort. And a cup of hot chocolate.
Title: Chances
Story: Circle never ends
Characters: Freya
Colors: Pearls of wisdom 4. Give people a second chance, but not a third
Supplies and Styles: Eraser (break-up AU) – Graffiti (I’ll have seconds)
Word count: 685
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cheating boyfriends?
Summary: Freya is heartbroken when she learns Nick cheated on her. Again.
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
You are sitting in your favorite cafe. There are tears in your eyes, but you still have enough strength to keep them in, to not let them spill.
Hands are balled to fists and they are just resting on the table in front of you. You want to punch and hit and kick though. But you don't. Not here. Not now.
It wouldn't matter anyway. He's not here. He's not...
"A hot choco?"
You look up, surprised, when you hear the voice next to you. The look on the waitress face says enough. The tears have escaped and are rolling freely down your cheeks.
She puts the cup down without another word and walks back to the counter. Secretly you are glad she saw, and that she leaves you alone.
It seems as if you can't do anything. Anything but staring in front of you and eventually warming your hands on the cup that is standing before you. Chocolate. You always used to claim it was a cure to everything that went wrong. But now... Now you are not so sure anymore. For it doesn't lessen the pain you are feeling now. It doesn't fix your broken heart.
-
"Did you kiss her?"
He nods once, not daring to look you in the eyes.
“Did you sleep with her?”
You don’t have to voice the ’again’ again. And he doesn't have to answer, the look on his face tells you all you need to know.
A shaky laugh escapes you, it's only to mask your tears. To hide the pain and the fear.
Without another word you turns around, picking up your handbag from where you threw it on the floor just half an hour ago. Your hands are shaking. Not that he notices it.
"Freya..."
You shake your head and walk out of the room, slamming the door behind you. Hard.
-
"Are you okay?"
The same waitress is standing next to your table, another hot choco in her hands. She smiles encouragingly when she puts it down in front of you. And you shake your head in denial. Bringing up a hand to brush away the tears that are still - or is it once more - falling down.
"Want to talk about it?"
The comment makes you look at her in surprise.
"I have a break. And sometimes it can be good to spill your heart. Even to a complete stranger. Or perhaps because it is a complete stranger. Who am I to judge. I don't know you or the person it is about. I can just tell you my opinion. Or the truth. If you want a reaction from me. Or I can just stay silent and listen. Or you don't have to talk and I can just be here. Or you can tell me to go away."
She laughs softly.
"That last one would be my first option. But then again. A complete stranger once really helped me as well. I thought, perhaps, that you would..."
A nervous chuckle when she realizes how much she is rambling.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to..."
You shake your head and smile reassuringly. It's but a little smile, but it is enough.
She sets herself down next to you and you take a deep breath.
"I could do with just some silent comfort, if you don't mind."
It makes her shake her head and she places a warm hand on top of yours.
"Because I know what you would say. I really know. But... Love often makes you blind and stupid, so... I wouldn't be able to accept it. Yet. Even though I know you'd be right. And..."
Another deep intake of breath.
"They deserve a second chance. But do they deserve a third?"
Once more there are tears rolling down your face. And you're not brushing them away. It seems as if you can't find the strength to do so.
Silently she offers you a napkin and no advice. Just like you asked. She just reassuringly squeezes your hand. It's all you need for the moment. Comfort. And a cup of hot chocolate.
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It... was kinda hard to write down, actually... :-/