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Post by mystique on Aug 1, 2011 2:26:41 GMT
 Mystique wandered throughout Christian’s house in a polka dot black and white dress that was strapless and hugged her waist tightly to flare out towards her legs and came to rest gently at her knees. Her hair fell in natural loose curls onto her pale shoulders as she just found his bedroom and simply went to lay down, just staring at the door. He had not been home all day and it left her to try to find something to occupy herself with, but right now all she wanted was to talk to him. These past few weeks which she had hoped to be perfect were perfect, but they weren’t the same and until a few nights ago when they were at dinner, she had caught a few of his thoughts of Ellie. There had been a long space of time between when he left the dinner table and when he came back and she ate by herself, but really did not eat, more picked at dinner. He still loved her and he saw her that night, she had been fully aware of the fact Ellie had been there. She in a sense felt betrayed and broken, but part of her still wanted to cling to something that was dead that it panged her in the chest. She also left that night, left the restaurant in complete silence, holding her thoughts and her tongue as she had walked with him. It was the most unnerving thing that ever passed between them, at least for her. All she wanted was to go back and rewind the clock to when they were being forced apart and die trying to stay with him, but she knew she would have died that night if she had tried more so to cling to Christian. Somehow, this time it was even harder for her, knowing now that it would not work and that their relationship would fade into nothing but memories. She wondered if he knew it, but perhaps he had, perhaps he always had while they reengaged in their relationship. Nothing felt completely right, like the love that they once had burned out like a candle. She noticed that she was becoming number to him, starting to feel less and less and realizing that the only thing she did feel was pain. So now what? What would she do as soon as he walked in the door? How should she act considering the fact that this was a real break up for them as opposed to the one they had before. She really did not want to bring it up, but since when was the easiest thing the best thing? Mystique just sighed softly, playing with a few strands of hair as she gazed around the room, having the windows open as air blew through slowly, sending the smell of lilacs to encase her. She would miss this, just this constant finding her world in perfection, but she needed something with complexity instead of having something that barely dug below the surface. There were always two arguments pulling at each other and the one of splitting up was splitting over. She would kiss him for the last time today because she could feel it, how still everything was, how things have rolled over the past few nights between them. TAG: Christian WORDS: 557
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