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27 - Your muse breaks up with mine.
❝ You can’t be SERIOUS ? ❞ disbelief clouds rational thought, mutes the sting that burrows into his heart as sure as if she’d staked him ( recoils even ; shoulders curl inwards in abortive attempt to shield from the BLOW of the words ). already he feels the gaping maw of loneliness rising behind him, ready and willing to fill the gap she carves into his chest ------- but it’s not unexpected. he’s known, for as long as they’ve entertained this notion of a relationship, that she’d realize he was still a MONSTER at his core, would wise up and leave while she still could. but preparation does nothing to stem the ache, the slow spread of NUMB in his system. he wants to laugh ; breach that edge of hysteria and his lips curve in a mockery of a smile ( broken and pathetic, as hollow as he feels ).
and he loves her still, most likely always will. has always admired the fire of her spirit ; the steel to her spine, the never back down confidence that screams from every pore. the gentle smile she’d grace him, the way her fingers danced across the keys of her piano ---- let him sit by and listen as she played. would laugh at the bickering that he and Tom fell into. it hits him that’s she become his world ( filled the gap left behind by the lose of his BEST friend ; the two people constant in his half a century of sobriety ), and the fear of losing that once more leaves his chest tight, breathing hard. ❝ Alex please, don’t do this. Not NOW, not after everything. ❞
