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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 9, 2007 10:30:53 GMT
I'd packed the few things I actually had with me already and had been standing in the hall for a good twenty minutes now.
I'd decided, I couldn't do this.
Plain and simple.
I'd thought I could. Thought I could be a father, thought I could stay with the same person, thought I could stay in the same place for...well, for a long time.
But I couldn't.
That was that.
And it wasn't fair to just pick up and leave without telling her, so I'd just stand here and wait until she got back, then I'd tell her I was leaving.
Then I would go home, and I would hang around for the funeral, collect what was left to me in the will, and leave there too.
And that would be that.
But first, I had to say goodbye.
Goodbye was supposed to be hard, painful, but this was the easiest thing I'd ever done.
Which meant it was right, didn't it?
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 9, 2007 22:03:24 GMT
I open the door, extremely tired from work and..other things.
I glance up seeing Ian in the hall, tugging at my left sleeve hoping to cover the very visible dark mark. Then realizing Logan's bite marks are still visible along my neck.
The fucking moron. I think bitterly, tugging my jacket closer, seeing as it hung on my small frame.
I stop, seeing his bag at his side.
I felt my throat tighten eyes instantly finding the floor.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 10, 2007 18:12:34 GMT
I watch her drop her gaze, now not entirely sure what I was supposed to say.
It is easy, it is, it is, I remind myself, Just hard to find the words, that's all.
"I'm..." I start to speak, then stop, not even sure what I was planning on saying in the first place.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 10, 2007 22:58:24 GMT
"I know." I mutter, kicking absently at the floor."I know."
I've known for a while now...
"You didn't have to tell me you know, it would have been a lot easier if you just left."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 11, 2007 18:23:04 GMT
"It didn't seem right to just...go." I admit with a slight shrug, unable to look up at her so talking more to the floor.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 11, 2007 21:37:05 GMT
I keep my eyes fixed on the floor not wanting to look at him."Well you should have just gone." I mutter,"Not like you have anything here anymore, it'd be easier to just go. And that's what it's all about isn't it? To keep moving, not getting attached to anyone." I say trying hard to keep the bitterness from my voice.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 12, 2007 18:51:36 GMT
I keep my eyes on the floor, half-flinching at the bitterness in her voice, before answering, "Yeah, that's what it's about. I just forgot for a while."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 13, 2007 0:12:51 GMT
"You forgot??" I ask incredulously, trying to keep my cool,"You know what? Just forget it, just go okay? It'll be a lot easier for both you and me."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 13, 2007 19:08:21 GMT
"Yeah, I forgot." I nod, ignoring the tone, picking up my things, barely resisting the temptation to add, I forgot who I was, but I remember now.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 13, 2007 21:00:57 GMT
Bullshit.
"Okay, then." I mutter crossing my arms over my chest.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 13, 2007 21:17:25 GMT
"Fine," I agree, making my way towards the door.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 13, 2007 21:21:54 GMT
"Charlie was right about you wasn't he? I didn't want him to be, I wanted to proove him wrong, but I was the one who was wrong here wasn't I?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 13, 2007 21:22:50 GMT
"It depends," I stop, "What part was he right about?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 14, 2007 20:42:33 GMT
"That you were wrong for me, that you'd just get me into a lot of trouble. He was right, I hate it."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 9:38:48 GMT
I snort with hollow laughter, "Yeah, I would apologise for my existance, but I'm kind of getting sick of that now, so I'll skip that part if you don't mind."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 15, 2007 20:04:34 GMT
"Not like anyone cares your alive anymore." I shoot back, leaning against the wall, hands in my pockets.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 20:34:46 GMT
"I'd prove you wrong, but there's no point in arguing a false case," I say bluntly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 15, 2007 20:48:11 GMT
"Just go." I mutter,"No one wants you here. Everything will go back to normal when your gone."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 20:52:31 GMT
"Oh right? You think when I'm gone everything's going to be alright again? Good fucking luck."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 15, 2007 20:55:39 GMT
"Well it'll be a whole fucking better."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 20:58:42 GMT
"Yeah, I bet," I snort.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 15, 2007 21:05:05 GMT
"Why are you still here? Don't you have some other skank to go shag and knock up?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 21:07:56 GMT
"Thanks for reminding me, I'll get right on that," I say witheringly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 15, 2007 21:19:15 GMT
"Have fun." I mutter crossing my arms over my chest,"Not like you'd ever make a good father, always running off, sleeping with other girls, drinking, smoking, list goes on."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 21:22:25 GMT
"Forgot the heroin, torture and murder side of things, but nice list you've got going there." I remark blankly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 15, 2007 21:26:51 GMT
"Been working on it for a while."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 21:28:15 GMT
"Thought you might have been."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 15, 2007 21:34:40 GMT
"Still the same aggrogant bastard, won't miss that."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Sept 15, 2007 21:36:44 GMT
"Oh, you know what? Owens may have been right about me, but they were all right about you. Every single person who told me not to bother, Heightington, Logan, Rowan...all right, funny that."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Sept 15, 2007 21:47:09 GMT
"Oh so the murderers were all right about me, that makes me feel bad." I say sarcastically.
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