I watched a crappy movie the other day with that over dramatic scene with person A demanding an explanation and person B trying to give one but person A is not listening to anything. I hate those scenes. So unrealistic to me. If I want an explanation I will listen to said explanation. So I wrote a better scene. Here we go.
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I was running after him. If only he would let me explain. His eyes were cloudy with anger as he rattled off all my sins; one hand on the car the other gesturing wildly. A frenzied darkened version of himself, one I'd never seen. A summer snowstorm would be more expected than this-this creature contorted with fury.
I swear I didn't mean to yell.
The words just came bubbling up unbidden thrown so quickly across the patch-work lawn. A volcanic eruption. I could feel the seismic wave crash back. He halted mid step hand on the door.
"What did you say?"
Nothing short of a glock to the temple would make me repeat those words.
"Please let's talk about this like civilized adults."
You know the look when a kid's trying to figure out where the magician hid the card? It was like that...mixed with a healthy dose of raging rhino.
"You couldn't think of a better way to tell me that? Announc-announcing to the whole world at 3 am in your night gown was really the best option?"
"Pleas-please-" I couldn't continue. Tears at a time like this were just too cliche. I just wanted him to hold me, and for goodness sake stop looking at me like that!!!
Strength. Stone. I was a stone warrior who wouldn't cry, couldn't cry. What a warrior I was turning out to be.
I don't remember falling to my knees or how he was suddenly right beside me. Fingers hesitantly reaching. I couldn't help him, not this time. Not only was I stuck focusing on breathing, it was his turn to try.
"Sorry--for jumping like that. I came for an explanation, at least that's what I told myself."
As quickly as they left, my senses returned. Brushing off his hand and my knees-I stood.
"I'm going to make some...tea."
The chirp of his car automatically locking sounded different tonight. It sounded like hope.
