Clay/Bloberta fic?blurb??idk (we are NOT cooking tonight..)
Currently a Sunday night, 9 hours since church.
On both sides of the divider in their room, Bloberta and Clay lay awake. Clay knew Bloberta was awake though, just by the way he could hear her shuffling on the mattress from the other side. Bloberta knew that Clay was also awake just by the smoker-lung cough he would let out time to time.
No one dared to talk for a good while, but in some way they appreciated one another for being able to sit in such silence.
Clay sits up looking down at his slippers, bags under his eyes deeper than usual.
Bloberta slowly turns to lay on her side facing away from their divider.
“Because I’m good to you.”
She has no other answer, and that was what she has been telling herself for the past decade.
He grumbles like a whiny kid. Clay glares at the divider, envisioning it as her instead since he was too nervous to look over the divider.
“You’re not good to me either.”
She’s blunt and quick with her words, she wasn’t afraid to talk back to him. She would look over the divider if she had enough care in her to do so.
He wanted to argue back, but deep down he knew she was right, and he didn’t know what to say.
Silence passed through them once again.
“In some aspects.I don’t hate you..completely.”
Bloberta knew that their marriage had no love in it, so hearing this was new, it was genuine words that he meant somewhere down in him.
She doesn’t say anything back.
Neither does he for a minute.
“I…I worded that wrong. I don’t hate you, not at all. I…”
He chews on his lip, thinking.
“Slightly dislike you. Tolerate.”
He was never good with words.
Bloberta sighs, staring at the wall.
“I wish I found a husband that year along with my girlfriends. Then maybe when I first met you at that reception, We would have just talked and had a good time. Maybe now we would just be good friends and only good friends.”
She finally says something real for once.
In the first time in a while, Bloberta finally feels genuine sadness because of Clay.
Now it was Clay’s turn to be silent.
He wasn’t hurt though, in some way he already knew that.
“I really would have enjoyed a life of us just being friends.”
Bloberta finally turns to face the divider as she spoke.
Clay thought about it, and he agreed. He loved Bloberta in the way that she was funny to be around with and was challenging and mean like him, not in a way he wanted to have a family and live a domestic life with.
“I would have liked that, too..”
In one small huff, he finally set the boundary of what their relationship was. After over a decade, they finally admitted how they truly felt towards each other.
Even if they knew already.
They soak in each other silence once again, bittersweet.
WAIT DID I COOK OR DID I COOOOOOKKK. (Can’t add emoji because I’m on keyboard but just know i would..)
They’re so doomed I hate them
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