artificial nocturne

She wasn’t even positive why the fuck she was even there. Why the hell she had decided to meet up with him when she clearly didn’t mean anything to him, when she’d clearly been pushed aside so easily, when she’d clearly been a total and complete idiot.

Walking into the bar, the bar she knew so well, the bar she’d been avoiding because she kept seeing him around every corner. Nodding hi to a few of her girls at the tables, her boys at the bar, and the security men that she had in her back pocket, she made her way over to the tall brunette looking miserable as he sipped his drink.

"Well. I’m here. What did you want? I’m a busy woman, Alexander." Her voice was harsh and brusque, none of the softness that he was so used to. This was her favorite mask, the one that hid any sense of emotions. No hurt, heartbreak, or sadness was clear on her face. It was just a blank slate of anything.

Her hair was perfect, her legs sheathed in brand new leather boots, a form-fitting,  yet still classy, purple dress clung to her every curve.

Hey, who ever said the brokenhearted had to look bad? She never wanted him to know how much of a wreck she was without him. She didn’t need him, she reminded herself, she had everything she ever wanted.

It became increasingly difficult for Alex to think that she'd somehow managed to be happier without him. For a moment, he felt as if he were the one being insulted, rather than the girl standing in front of him.

For once, he actually felt intimidated by her. He dug his hands deep into his pockets to resist the urge to grab hers. Hearing her speak pushed him into reality rather easily. She had a reason to be upset with him. Leading her in the wrong direction for weeks had damaged her beyond repair. He'd felt nothing but remorse for the past week and a half. She clearly hadn't deserved it.

A lump formed in his throat as he tried to speak, and Alex was surprised at how spontaneously weak his voice sounded.. "I...I wanted to apologize." He spoke cautiously, afraid he might have said something he would regret later. "I understand if you don't want to be..." he paused, trying to decide what relationship they had once had. For a moment, he merely stared at the ground as he tried to process his thoughts correctly. It took him an embarrassing amount of time, but he was rather stuck on one thought in particular:

The Enemy | Andrew Belle

Your parents should consider themselves lucky to have had a boy. My Ma used ta tell me every .5 seconds, I was a handful and a half ta try and deal with.  They might not have seen it, but your parents got lucky, trust.

There was a lot of guilt by association in our house, a brother doin’ somethin’ and when Ma came to yell at them, they’d point and say “Syd did it.”.  

But that hardly seems fair.

Nothing worth sharing? I doubt that.

And I was bein’ a smartass.  Of course ye can have some.  It’s only a two dollar pack of candy, not a big deal.

I would - because I am a kind soul and you asked nicely.  Hell, because I’m still feelin’ the residual Christmas spirit, I’ll even let ye have a few of the Doritos, too.  Don’t say I never gave ye anythin’.

You'll sacrifice all the brown M&Ms? How flattering.