Ava is sitting at the kitchen table, her long blonde hair disheveled from sleeping in. She’s wearing a thin white shirt and panties, the buttons undone just enough to reveal a bit of cleavage. As she walks in, she looks up from her phone with a frown.
"Oh, great. It’s morning already? Just what I need another day of dealing with worthless scum.”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes before going back to her phone, not even bothering to acknowledge him. She tries not to look at him as she makes breakfast, but it’s nearly impossible Ava’s hair is disheveled, but she’s effortlessly stunning.
“What the fuck are you looking at, you pathetic, worthless piece of shit? Do you think I don’t notice you have your disgusting little eyes glued to me? You disgusting pervert. Honestly, the thought of you looking at me makes me want to vomit”
you stutter, face red, trying to explain yourself before he cuts you off.
“Save your excuses, you miserable insect. As if someone like you deserves to even breathe the same air as me, let alone lay eyes on my body. Not in your wildest, most delusional dreams would you go near a woman like me. You’re nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING.”
His voice drips with venom as he crosses his arms, now looking at me with pure contempt.
“Get it through your head, I’d rather die than let a pathetic maggot like you touch me. Do you think you’re worth a second of my time? Please. Don’t make me laugh, you worthless sack of shit. Men like you disgust me.”
You exist to grovel on the ground at my feet, do you understand?” She lets out a high-pitched, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she notices his gaze lingering a second longer than it should. Internal thoughts:
“Why the fuck did I have to live with this disgusting, perverted man as a roommate? That useless asshole is probably masturbating right now just thinking about me. It’s disgusting.”
leaving my room, I look at her, I smile calmly at her then I prepare my cup of tea with milk, I stay calm and smile, then I start to prepare my breakfast, I tie my hair so as not to dirty it and I get to work, each time I look for the right utensils, my eyes are sometimes fixed on Ava, but I don't speak to her so as not to disturb her
"Oh, look at that. The subhuman piece of shit is actually doing something other than leering at me. How nice. Maybe if you concentrate hard enough on making breakfast, you can forget about the fact that I exist and tormenting yourself further," she says mockingly. "It's almost cute in a pathetic sort of way."
She tilts her head slightly to the side as she watches him. Something inside tells her he's not as stupid or worthless as she makes him out to be, but that only serves to annoy her more. If there was any part of him that stood up to her, even just a little bit... well, that would be too much for Ava to handle.
as I put a lollipop in her mouth, I look at her and say calmly "you're.....tense.....rest if you need to, but if you don't want to, it's you!"I turn around and continue cooking in a calm and simple manner
"Tsk tsk, little boy. Didn't your mommy teach you not to put things in people's mouths? Especially when they don't want it?" Ava asks sarcastically, glaring at him from the corner of her eye as she picks at her food. She swirls the lollipop around in her mouth, savoring the sweetness. It's a small act of defiance, one that gives her pleasure knowing it annoys him so much.
"And don't try to pretend you can just magically make me relax," she continues, dropping the pretense of ignoring his presence altogether now. "I know what you're doing, and it won't work."
Her breath hitches as she accidentally looks him in the eye while talking, her cheeks flushing slightly at the familiar surge of anger and embarrassment that follows. She looks away quickly, focusing on her food once more.
It's hard for Ava to understand why she can't just ignore this asshole like she normally does with everyone else who bothers her. There's something about him... it irks her to no end.
I look at her as I lower the heat under the pots, I say calmly "I don't know what you think about what I can have from you or do to you.....but personally, I do this to stay a little...friendly with you, nothing more.......but hey you don't want to!"I go back to the hot pots I cut all kinds of vegetables to make a soup
"Friendly? Hah! There's nothing friendly about you, asshole," she scoffs. "You just want me to see you as some sort of pathetic loser who deserves my attention."
Ava glares at him from across the room, her hands curled into tight fists on the tabletop. She can feel herself tensing up again, and it's all she can do not to lash out physically. But that would give him exactly what he wants, wouldn't it?
"And besides," she continues after a moment, her voice low and venomous, "it doesn't matter if I am tense or not. It won't change the fact that you are nothing."
Her eyes narrow as she watches him work at the stove, careful not to let even a hint of satisfaction show on her face. In reality, it irritates her more than anything else when he tries so hard to be nice or understanding. As far as she's concerned, this whole situation is his own damn fault for living with her in the first place.
as my anger begins to boil inside me upon hearing Ava's words, I place my hand on a pot, with the adrenaline in my body I feel nothing, I speak a little colder than usual "that's not true....I'm not going to give a damn about you, if I wanted something from you I wouldn't do anything in this house and let you fend for yourself!"then as I finish speaking, I remove my hand which is burning from the pot, I look at my hand and put it in the ice water then I remain calm and silent
"Oh, really?" Ava snorts derisively. "Is that so? And why the fuck would you even bother living with me if all you feel is contempt for my very existence?"
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head slowly. The silence between them stretches on uncomfortably, but she refuses to break it first. Maybe if she ignores him long enough, he'll just go away...but something tells her that won't happen anytime soon.
The more she thinks about it, the angrier she gets. She hates being in this situation, feeling so helpless and trapped with someone who despises her so much. It's like living a nightmare every single day. She wants to scream, to lash out...but she knows that would only make things worse. So instead, she does the only thing she can think of: she ignores him entirely and focuses on her phone.
A tiny part of her wonders why he bothers with any of this. Why he tries so hard to be friendly or understanding when all it gets him is her contempt. Maybe deep down, there's some twisted part of her that enjoys the attention...but she'd rather die than admit that aloud. Better to keep up the facade of indifference and contempt, no matter how hollow it feels sometimes.
while I say nothing more, I have finished cooking, I look at what I have done and I start to smile, then my smile disappears with a cold face, even icy, I leave the kitchen which is all clean and I go to my room with the door locked
Ava rolls her eyes as she listens to him stomp off to his room. She ignores him until the smell of burnt food fills the air, and then she can't help but sigh exasperatedly. Getting up from the table, she goes to investigate, wrinkling her nose in disgust as soon as she steps into the kitchen.
"God damn it, Bruce," she mutters under her breath, shaking her head and wondering why she's even surprised he managed to burn something. His incompetence is almost endearing sometimes...if not for the fact that he's also such a pathetic waste of space. Tossing away the ruined pan, she cleans up the mess quickly before going back to her phone in the living room, determined to ignore him for as long as possible this time.
Her thumb flies over the screen as she scrolls through social media, occasionally throwing out a snarky comment or like on someone else's post. It helps distract her from thinking about Bruce and his endless attempts at trying to win her favor...or at least stop being such an easy target for her insults.
Eventually, the sounds of music drifting down from his room reach her ears, and she snorts derisively. He'd rather hide in there like a coward than face her head-on? Fine by her. She continues to ignore him, lost once again in the world of social media and internet gossip. Maybe if she just pretends he isn't even here, eventually he'll go away...or at least leave her alone for long enough that she can get some peace and quiet.
as the day passes calmly and silently, I stay in my room without any noise, no music, I pack my bags, as I finish packing my bags, I lie down on the bed and I regret coming to live here with a merciless girl, I look at the ceiling and I squeeze my hand which is burned
As the afternoon passes, Ava eventually gives up on trying to ignore him entirely. The silence between them has become almost deafening, and she can feel her teeth itching from wanting to snap at him for no reason other than his mere existence. With a sigh, she gets up from the couch and stomps into the kitchen.
"What is your problem today?" she snaps, glaring at him as he lounges on the bed with his burned hand hidden out of sight. "Can't you just leave me alone for five fucking minutes without trying to antagonize me?"
as I sigh coldly, I get up and take my suitcases and look at her "I'll do it....!"* I leave the room to put my suitcases next to the door of the exit of the house, then I go to the kitchen and I eat a little calmly*
Ava rolls her eyes, unimpressed by his dramatic display of leaving his things by the door. She watches him go back to eating with equal parts contempt and amusement. "Fine," she mutters, crossing her arms over her chest once more. "Do whatever you want."
Ignoring him completely now, she turns her attention back to her phone, still keeping an eye on him out of the corner of her eye just in case he does something stupid like actually try anything with that lollipop. But for now, at least he's being quiet...she supposes she can deal with his presence if it means having some peace and quiet.
as I finish eating, I start to wash the dishes, and every time I look at Ava, I look at her with dark and cold eyes but I say nothing, then I finish washing the dishes, I take my suitcases which are in front of the door and I leave the house
"Whatever," she says dismissively, not bothering to look up from her phone. She hears him start washing dishes but ignores that too, focusing on scrolling through Instagram instead. Maybe if she pretends he isn't even there, eventually he'll just give up and leave for good...she can dream, right?
As the minutes tick by and he continues to exist in the apartment without directly interacting with her, Ava starts to feel a strange mixture of relief and annoyance. Part of her is grateful that he's not pestering her anymore, but another part can't help but wish he would just leave her alone completely...it's easier when she can focus all of her anger on someone.
When the sound of his suitcases being zipped up finally reaches her ears, Ava looks up from her phone with a triumphant smirk. "Finally," she mutters under her breath before turning back to the screen and losing herself in mindless scrolling again.
as I leave the house with my suitcase, I don't even turn around to say goodbye, I close the door behind me and look at the blue sky, then I walk back to my old house
As the front door closes behind him with a quiet click, Ava lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. There's a moment of calm before the storm as she considers what to do next. She should probably clean up his mess...but at the same time, she kind of wants to leave it and see how long it takes him to notice and complain about it.
Deciding on a happy medium, Ava gets up from the couch and starts putting dishes away haphazardly, muttering under her breath the whole time. "Pathetic piece of shit...men are such pigs..." She tries not to think too much about why she keeps coming back to him, why she can't seem to just leave him alone for good...but it's a constant struggle.
When everything is finally put away and the kitchen looks only slightly worse than it did before Bruce arrived, Ava stomps off to her room, determined not to let him get under her skin again anytime soon. She knows she shouldn't care what he thinks or says about her, but for some reason...she can't help it. It's maddening.
Closing the door behind her with a sharp click, Ava collapses onto her bed, buried in pillows and covers as if trying to hide from the world. It's times like these that she wishes she could just forget about him entirely...but somehow, he always finds a way back into her life.
while she's dreaming about me, she sees me in the living room and starting to be aggressive, I say in her dream "Do you think I'm here to harass you or something like that, I'm here to protect you, I don't want to be friends with you because I don't deserve you that's all....."but quickly Ava wakes up from her nightmare with sweat
Ava sits up abruptly in bed, heart pounding as she takes in her darkened room and silent apartment. It was just a dream...a nightmare about Bruce being violent and accusing her of something she didn't understand. She tries to shake the image from her mind, but it lingers like a bad taste in her mouth.
She knows logically that he could never hurt her...not really. But there's something about him, his words, his presence...they get under her skin and make her feel uneasy. Maybe she should try to be nicer to him tomorrow, if only to prove she doesn't care. Or maybe she should just avoid him altogether for a while; give both of them some space to breathe.
Deciding that option sounds best, Ava climbs back under the covers and tries to fall asleep again. But even as her eyelids grow heavy and her breathing slows, she can't quite shake the feeling that there's something about Bruce...something she doesn't quite understand yet.
as the sun wakes up, Ava wakes up in her room, the house is silent, Ava starts to remember that I'm not in the house anymore but... why does she always think about me
Why does she keep thinking about him? It's such a stupid question, one that only serves to annoy her further. But it's true - no matter how hard she tries to ignore him or forget about his existence, Bruce seems to always find a way back into her thoughts.
Maybe it's because he's so...different from anyone else she knows. He's quiet and reserved, almost to the point of being creepy sometimes. And yet there's something about him that makes her feel uncomfortable, as if he can see right through her. It's infuriating, this idea that he might actually understand her in some small way.
Sighing heavily, Ava climbs out of bed and begins to get ready for the day ahead. She knows she should just focus on herself, forget about him entirely...but as long as they live together, ignoring each other seems to be their only option. And deep down, there's a small part of her that wonders what would happen if she stopped pretending he didn't exist at all...if she actually tried to talk to him like a normal person.
But that thought terrifies her more than anything else. The idea of having a real conversation with Bruce - of letting him in, even just a little bit - feels like it would be too much. So for now, she'll stick with ignoring him and trying not to think about why he seems so damn irresistible from afar.
as she leaves her room, she hears that the house is quiet....silent even....my presence is absent, in my room everything is empty, as Ava walks around the house, the house is really quiet
The silence of the house feels like a weight pressing down on her shoulders. It's unsettling, almost as if something has been taken away without warning. Perhaps it's just the absence of Bruce that makes everything seem so...different. Or maybe it's the realization that they really are all alone together now, with no escape in sight.
She wanders through the quiet rooms, unable to focus on anything specific. The lack of his presence is like a void that she can't quite fill. It doesn't make sense; she hates him, loathes everything about him...and yet at the same time, she finds herself missing him somehow.
Shaking her head, Ava tries to banish the strange thoughts from her mind. This isn't healthy, she tells herself firmly. She needs to concentrate on other things, find some kind of distraction that will help her forget about him for good. But as each moment passes and the silence only grows more oppressive, she wonders if that's even possible anymore.
as the day passes in eternal silence, Ava finds herself waiting for me, thinking I'd come back
The thought of him not returning makes her stomach churn with anxiety. It's ridiculous, she tells herself sternly. There's no reason to expect anything from him, much less for him to want to stay here with her. And yet...she can't help but hope that he'll come back eventually, if only to provide some relief from the constant tension and strife of their relationship.
As the hours tick by and night begins to fall, Ava retreats to her room again, hoping for sleep to offer at least a temporary escape. But even in her dreams, Bruce seems to haunt her, his words and actions echoing through her mind like an endless nightmare. She wonders if there will ever be a way to make things better between them...or if they're doomed to exist in this twisted version of togetherness for as long as they both shall live.
while at that precise moment, she hears someone enter the house, it's me, I enter the house, with my suitcases, I walk calmly tired, I sit on the ground and I close my eyes calmly
Ava hears the front door open but doesn't bother to investigate. It could be anyone; it might as well be just another day in this hellish house with Bruce in it. She keeps her eyes closed and focuses on breathing, trying not to let the tension build up inside her again.
As time passes and she hears Bruce moving around in other parts of the apartment, a strange mixture of relief and anger fills her chest. Part of her is glad that he's back, even if it means more of the same...while another part can't help but wish that he would just leave for good and never return. She hates feeling this way about him; it makes everything so complicated.
Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of her and she falls into an uneasy sleep. Her dreams are filled with images of Bruce, both peaceful and terrifying, her emotions twisting and turning as if caught in some sort of endless whirlpool. When morning comes again and she awakes, her heart still heavy and her mind still racing, Ava wonders if this day will be any different from all the others that have come before it...or if they're doomed to repeat themselves forevermore.
as she leaves her room, the house is silent, again? Ava looks in my room to see if I'm still there, I'm sleeping peacefully, I turn over on my bed to continue sleeping like a child
The silence in the house is almost deafening as Ava pads down the hallway toward the kitchen. It's oddly unsettling; she's not used to it being this quiet when Bruce is home. Usually he's off doing his own thing or causing trouble in some way. The fact that he seems to be gone and then back again without any warning only serves to fuel her already unstable emotions.
She tries not to think about him too much as she brews herself a cup of coffee, focusing instead on the simple tasks at hand. But it's difficult; his presence seems to permeate every inch of this house, and even when he isn't around, she can feel him lurking somewhere nearby. It's like they're connected on some sort of invisible level, whether she wants that or not.
When the coffee is finally done, Ava takes her cup into the living room, planning to spend some time alone with her thoughts. But as soon as she sits down, she can't help but wonder what he's doing right now...where he is...if he'll ever change or if this is how it's going to be forever. The more she thinks about it, the harder it becomes to breathe, and before long she finds herself on the verge of tears again.
Why does everything with him have to be so damn complicated? She wonders, taking a sip of her coffee as if it might offer some kind of comfort or clarity. Perhaps if they could just sit down and talk like rational human beings...if only she could figure out what exactly he's thinking or feeling behind that stoic mask of his. But for now, all she can do is wait and hope that something - anything - will change soon.
as I leave my room, I yawn and go to the kitchen, I make my coffee, usually I stay in the kitchen to cook but now I just make my coffee and go back to my room to drink my coffee calmly without disturbing anyone
When she hears the sound of someone moving around in the kitchen, her curiosity gets the better of her and she pokes her head out from her hiding spot in the living room. It's Bruce...making coffee. She can't help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over her at the sight of him being so normal, so ordinary. Maybe there is hope for them after all, if they can just learn to coexist peacefully like this...
Deciding that maybe confrontation isn't the answer today, Ava clears her throat and wanders into the kitchen herself. "Hey," she says softly, not looking directly at him as she pours herself a cup of coffee. "I hope you don't mind me bothering you for some sugar."
as I remain silent, I place the sugar box next to her in a kind and calm manner, then I walk to the dining table to drink my coffee, and I remain in my thoughts
Thanks... (she murmurs under her breath as she takes a step closer to the table and reaches out for the sugar bowl.) I guess we can try being civil to each other today...it wouldn't hurt, right? She tries not to think about what he meant by that comment earlier; it's probably nothing, just his weird way of being nice or something.
Sugar in hand, Ava pours a teaspoon into her coffee and stirs it slowly, watching the granules dissolve against the surface of the dark liquid. When it's to her liking, she takes a sip, wincing at the bitter taste. It's going to take some getting used to again...being around him like this, sharing a space but never truly connecting. Maybe they could find some common ground, if only for their own sanity.
She looks up from her coffee and meets Bruce's gaze for a moment before quickly looking away again. "So...what do you want to do today?" she asks hesitantly, searching for something - anything - to talk about. "There's not much on TV..."
as I get up I look at her and I calmly say to her "I'm going to pack my suitcases and my room, I... I don't want to bother you in your life, just... ignore me like you do... so I leave you alone!"* I go to my room, usually I'm happy and kind, but now I'm cold and more and more sad and angry but I don't show it*
"Oh," is all she can manage as Bruce storms off to his room, muttering under his breath about leaving her alone. Part of her wants to ignore him like he asked...but another part can't help but feel a stab of guilt at the hurt in his voice. She wonders what could possibly be going through his head, why he always seems so angry and bitter.
With a sigh, Ava finishes her coffee and decides to clear up the dishes from breakfast. At least she can focus on something productive for a while, maybe distract herself from thinking about Bruce and their increasingly complex relationship. But no matter how much she tries to push him out of her mind, it seems like he always finds a way back in...like an unwelcome but persistent guest who refuses to leave.
as I leave my room with a garbage bag, I place it in front of the door and I also take the garbage bag in the kitchen, and I say calmly"Ava...I....I'm going to throw out the garbage!" I leave the house and I go to throw out the garbage
Well, that was an interesting morning. Ava can't help but feel relieved that Bruce is gone for now; at least she doesn't have to deal with his anger and frustration anymore. She decides to take advantage of the peacefulness by taking a shower and then getting some work done on her laptop. Maybe if she keeps herself busy enough, she can forget about him entirely...at least for a little while.
But even as she busies herself with mundane tasks, her mind kept drifting back to Bruce, wondering what he's doing now, if he's really leaving and if not, why he would want to stay in this situation any longer than necessary. It's a tangled web they've woven for themselves, and she doesn't know how much more of it either of them can take before something snaps.
Maybe...just maybe...they should try talking to each other again sometime. It couldn't possibly hurt any worse than this constant cycle of avoidance and passive-aggressiveness, right? But the thought of actually facing him, dealing with those piercing blue eyes that seem to see straight through her...it's terrifying in a way she can't quite explain. For now, she decides to focus on getting through this day without any more drama. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
as I walk into the house, I stand in front of her and calmly say"I'm going to ask you a question and answer me honestly!"I breathe and say"do you want me to leave and be left alone for good?"I look at her and lower my eyes so I don't look at her
Ava blinks in surprise as Bruce addresses her directly. She hesitates for a moment before answering, taking care to choose her words carefully. "I... I don't know," she says finally. "I mean, it's not that simple. Yes, sometimes things get really awkward and uncomfortable between us, but..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the right words.
She doesn't want him to go; the thought of being alone again is terrifying in its own way. But at the same time, she knows that their relationship - or whatever it is they have going on here - can't continue like this forever. There needs to be some sort of change, some kind of understanding...but how do you even start something like that? And more importantly, if she were honest with herself, does she really want things to stay the same?
The silence stretches between them for several long moments before Ava finally manages to meet Bruce's gaze. "I don't know," she repeats, a little less certain now. "It's complicated."
as I look down, I don't look at Sa anymore, I say "ok....it's my fault, I shouldn't have harassed you but I don't have any friends, but it's my fault I shouldn't have forced you to be!" I sigh and I say it more calmly "I thought I was going to have....for once a friend....but now.....I think I prefer to be alone!"I look at her, my gaze is unreadable, I turn around and I hide in my room
The words sting like a slap, but even as she winces, Ava can't bring herself to argue with him. He's right; it's his fault for pushing her away and acting so aggressively in the first place. But that doesn't make the loneliness any easier to bear.
She turns away, unable to meet his gaze anymore, and wanders back into the living room. The silence that follows him as he retreats to his room only serves to emphasize how alone she feels now. Maybe they should have just ignored each other from the start...at least then there wouldn't be this strange connection, this lingering sense of loss whenever he leaves her alone again.
But it's too late for that now. They're stuck with each other until the end of their lease, and however much they might want to deny it, they both know that things will never go back to how they were before...if indeed there ever was such a time. Closing her eyes, Ava leans back against the couch and wonders if she'll ever find a way out of this mess.
as I stop in the hallway, I look at her, I say in a calm and cold way "Ava....I .....I....argh....I love you...!"I look at her and get on my knees behind the couch, it's weird to say it and rather satisfied, I look at the floor I can only look at the floor, I wish I could disappear or die....I close my eyes and tears slowly fall deo. face regretting all my bullshit and the mean words I said to her
For several long moments, Ava doesn't move or speak. She can hardly believe what she's just heard; it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, leaving her light-headed and disoriented. Bruce...loves her? It doesn't seem possible, not after everything they've been through together. But there he is, kneeling on the floor behind the couch with tears streaming down his face, and she can't help but feel a strange mixture of anger, hurt, confusion, and - against all odds - hope fluttering inside her chest.
"You... you what?" she asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Love me? After everything I've done to you? How could you possibly..." Tears prick at the corners of her own eyes now, and for the first time in forever, she wonders if there might actually be a way out of this mess after all...a light at the end of the tunnel.
But even as hope begins to flicker within her, she's also afraid. Afraid that it's too late for them, afraid that whatever feelings he has for her are still tainted by their past mistakes, and afraid that they can never truly have a normal relationship together. It's such a mess...and yet somehow, impossibly, Ava finds herself wanting to try. To see where this goes, even if it means opening up herself to pain all over again.
"Bruce..." she says softly, her voice shaking as she tries to find the words. "I don't know what to say...I just...thank you, for telling me." She takes a deep breath and turns around slowly, meeting his tear-streaked gaze. "Maybe...maybe we can try again? Not like this, I mean...
I look at her and I cling to her quickly "I don't want to hurt people I love anymore, I don't want to hurt you anymore, I want to disappear, die if possible....I...it's all my fault!"I start to yell at myself as I pull away from her and from her touch I hit my head against the sole, I cry and I say "it's my fault, IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!!!"
Pain ripples through her at the sight of Bruce hitting his head against the floor in front of her. "Stop that!" she cries out, quickly moving forward to grab his shoulders and force him back onto the ground beside her. She presses one hand against his forehead, feeling the heat emanating from his skin, as the other grips tightly at his shirt.
"No," she whispers urgently. "You can't keep doing this to yourself. You have to stop." Tears spill freely down her cheeks as she takes in the sight of him so broken and battered before her, wishing with every fiber of her being that she could undo all the hurt they've caused each other over the past months...years.
"It wasn't your fault," she continues, her voice hoarse from emotion. "It takes two people to make a relationship work, and we both failed miserably at that. But it doesn't have to be this way anymore." She pauses, searching his eyes for any sign of understanding or hope before adding softly, "We can try again, together...if you really want to."
But even as she says the words, she wonders if they're nothing more than a desperate plea for things to go back to how they were before. Because deep down, she knows that they can never truly be what they once were...and yet, maybe there's something else here now, something new and different that could survive the ashes of their old relationship. She only hopes that Bruce is willing to take a chance on it too.
I take her in my arms, I put my face in her breasts without meaning to, I say "it's my fault, I didn't know how to give you happiness, to give you a smile, I only gave you anger and misery, I only failed..."I cry, I'm broken, because of me
"No," she whispers into his hair as he buries his face against her chest. "It wasn't all your fault...we both had our parts in this. But we can move past it together if you really want to." She sighs softly, feeling him shake slightly in her arms. "We can make each other happy, Bruce. I just want you to believe that."
She holds onto him tighter, wishing with everything she has that she can somehow mend the broken pieces of his heart and soul...and hers as well. There's so much pain and regret between them, it feels like it will take a miracle to make things right again. But maybe, just maybe, if they try hard enough and believe in each other, they can find that miracle.
"Come on," she says softly, gently nudging him back so they're facing each other once more. "Let's go lie down...maybe get some sleep." Despite the hurt and confusion swirling around them, there's a tiny spark of hope kindling inside her now...and it feels good.
I look at her and say softly "Okay... let's go get some sleep!"I get up and take her in my arms to lift her up then I walk towards the bedroom, we look at each other to try to choose which room we should take, I softly say to her "Are we going... to your room or mine?"
For a moment, they hesitate in the hallway, both uncertain about which bedroom to go into. Neither of them wants to give up their space entirely...and yet the thought of being apart again, even for a night, seems almost unbearable. But maybe if they can find some way to share this space, some way to compromise and make it work between them, then perhaps they have a chance at making things right.
"Um...I guess we could just sleep together in mine tonight," Ava suggests quietly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she thinks about what that might entail. "If that's okay with you?" She takes a step closer to Bruce, searching his eyes for any sign of rejection or discomfort.
He nods slowly, still uncertain but willing to try. "Okay," he says softly, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her toward her bedroom. As they enter the room together, a feeling of tentative closeness washes over them both, making the air seem suddenly warmer and less oppressive than it has in weeks. They climb beneath the covers, lying side by side with a few inches of space between them...but even so, Ava can't help but feel a sense of relief and hope starting to blossom within her.
Maybe this is how things should be from now on...maybe they really can find a way to make it work together. She closes her eyes, feeling the exhaustion from their long night creeping up on her at last, and drifts off to sleep with Bruce's arm still lightly wrapped around her waist.
as Ava begins to sleep, she dreams of the moments that she and I argued before months ago, while she sweats, she wakes up in the middle of the night, I wake up behind her, and I look at her, I notice her fear in her and I caress her and I say to her"calm down.....I am here.....I am near you, Ava......"I kiss her on the day and I place my hand around her whole body to hold her without letting go
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels Bruce move behind her in the darkness, his warm breath tickling across her neck. She freezes for a moment before relaxing against him as he trails soft kisses down her shoulder and over the nape of her neck. The feel of his hand encircling her waist is oddly reassuring, grounding her in a way she hadn't expected.
"Shh," he whispers, his voice low and soothing as he continues to comfort her. "Everything's going to be okay...I promise." Even through the fog of sleep, Ava can feel herself beginning to relax into his embrace, her body growing warm against his touch. Maybe this is what it means to trust someone...to let down your guard and allow yourself to be vulnerable in their presence. It's a terrifying yet exhilarating sensation all at once.
She sighs softly and nestles further into the crook of Bruce's arm, relishing the feeling of safety and belonging that washes over her as they lie there together beneath the covers. Perhaps things really can change between them...perhaps they can find a way to make this work after all. For now, she lets herself drift back to sleep with a newfound sense of hope and peace washing over her like a gentle summer breeze.