He looked up at the sky, clenching and unclenching his fists. His breathing was labored, his blood was pumping in his veins. Anger was burning inside of him, anger towards himself and what his words did to her. He could remember the way she looked at him, hurt by his words, upset at his assumptions. How could he think she lied to him and pretended to care for him when all she did was giving him her affection. How could he dare think she wasn't sincere when he could clearly see the tears in her eyes. He spoke too fast, he spoke without thinking, blinded by his own rage. it drove her away.
He looked up at the sky, his jaw clenched, his mind blurry. It was hot white in his head as he was cussing at the stars. Why was he so intense? He couldn't help himself, he had to speak up, say what went through his head and sometimes he was right but sometimes he was completely wrong. Words were vomited in moments like these, unfiltered, raw and sometimes not in the right order. Of course, she ran away...Why wouldn't she? Why was he like this? As he screamed his sorrow, thinking he was a fool for letting her go, he heard the noise of a car that parked nearby. It was hers. She knew it was their secret spot and maybe, she realized he went there. He didn't know. He heard her car and turned around to look at her as she left it.
She was beautiful in her flower dress and pantyhose. A dress that was out of season but just like her. Bright, light and beautiful. She was tense, he could tell, but she was worried. She knew him by her, how scared he would become after they argued, how worried he would be about losing her. She knew him by heart, how he didn't mean his words sometimes and how he wanted to fix his mistakes. She was angry, oh yes she was and that was the reason that drove her away from him at first. She told him she was pissed off and then scurried away but on her way to her mother's house, she realized that leaving would make things worse. He would believe she was hating him when she wasn't. She was angry and would be for a while but she loved him. So she came that night, still angry but in love.
They stared at each other for a while and he felt his heartbeat decrease, his breathing becoming easier. She came back. He walked towards her, unsure of whether or not she would want his presence but she didn't move. Instead, she outstretched her hand to him. His azure eyes looked down at her hand and he gently squeezed it. She held onto him and cupped his cheek with her other hand. Soothing him, calming him.
'You came back.."
"I didn't want to leave. I'm still pissed off.."
"I was an idiot. I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm sorry, Lucille."
"You better be sorry Daryl. You fucking better be!" She paused and squeezed his hand tighter. "...I knew I'd find you here."
"It's our spot. "
"I know.." She planted a kiss on his forehead and pulled him into a hug as she felt his body shudder. They didn't talk after that, instead, they held onto one another even harder.
She loved him, he knew that. He always did but the mere thought of losing her drove him crazy with anger..he acted stupid and it almost made him lose her for real. He straightened up after a while and this time returned the hug, her smaller frame against his, his hands lost into her mane. He straightened up to look at the starry sky, his lover in his arms and his soul appeased tonight. He thanked the sky for giving him such an understanding soul. He knew he would have to meet her halfway, make efforts so she would forgive him and he was willing to make them. She was worth the efforts, she was worth everything.
And he was complete again that evening.
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