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Post by ray1 on Sept 21, 2010 13:33:22 GMT -5
just gonna stand there and
w a t c h . m e . b u r n
[/size][/center] It had been a glorious winter's evening. The streets were covered in a pure blanket of white snow. There weren't many children in the neighborhood, and the snow had been left practically untouched all day. From inside, the snow just looked so welcoming and fresh. Many memories from ones childhood would return, of having competitive and exhilirating snow-ball fights with your best friends, making mini-igloos and doing whatever your little heart wished when you were a child. There was nothing better than playing in the wonderful snow, and it didn't occour to you how cold it was, and it didn't matter that you were obviously going to get a bad cold. It really didn't matter, because the dull feeling of illness really didn't compare to the joy and excitement of enjoying the snow.
And as the bright, slightly cloudy sky dimmed to a soft grey into the evening, the sky transformed into cool shades of purple. The sun that had only vaguely appeared today was gone, and now it was replaced with the bright white moon. The clouds had faded, and the stars twinkled in the navy background. It had been a beautiful and romantic day, and the atmosphere seemed to slip into the evening. If only Clarissa could feel that way. She had been inside the house, well mansion was the better term for it, all day. She almost felt trapped as she watched from the windows she would pass, as the snowflakes dropped slowly to the ground. It was so quiet sometimes. She was alone most of the time anyway. Spencer was at work, and she was all by herself in this huge house. She shouldn't think like that, she was being selfish. This was Spencer's job, and it was a good one too. Working at St. Mungo's for crying out loud, assisting to the ill and injured. Clarissa shouldn't feel she needed some attention when Spencer was being so good to people. If only he would be good to her.
The Burns' marriage was going through, shall we say, a rough patch. Their first month of being man and wife was blissful. They were young and happily inlove. There was never any flaws or regrets. Not until there became a few arguments, conflicts between one another. They were simply too different, but Clarissa could never ignore her devotion to Spencer, but she couldn't ignore the amount of times they had screamed in eachothers faces. It seemed they had gotten hitched too early, but Clarissa was blinded by her love for her husband. She didn't want to dishonor him, nor did she want to leave whom she believed was 'the one'. But this blindness eventually became quite focused a few evenings ago from tonight. There was an argument, Clarissa can't recall what they were quarrelling about, but that wasn't the point. Things had gotten so out of control that, in Spencer's rage, he had taken his fists and beaten her to the ground. Clarissa had remained silent after that.
She had also remained extremely cautious, not only of Spencer, but of herself. Spencer's fists had smashed against so many parts of her body that night. Clarissa was fearing the worst. It was hard to get herself out of bed in the morning and battle through the day. She was usually so together and strong. She was certian that she was breaking to pieces. She had hardly done a thing today, and it didn't really matter to her when, at seven o'clock, she heard the front door opening, and she was slumped on the stairs, holding herself tightly. thats alright
because i
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Post by spence on Oct 22, 2010 23:17:24 GMT -5
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The snow was getting heavier now, swirling down in great flurries of mass white. The doctor watched as a single snow flake fluttered and twirled down, flying in all directions before finally coming to settle on the already 20cm thick snow covering the ground. Taking a few crunchy steps forward and looked behind at the deep footprints he'd left, he watched as the snow floated purposefully into the foot-shaped imprints, already beginning to refill them. Turning his attention back to what lay in front of him. The street was empty, still immersed in the dark, purple sky that came before home. It was 7:00pm and he knew the street wouldn't stay empty for much longer. The leafless trees that dotted the edge of the street creaked and groaned under the weight of snow that lay so innocently upon their branches.
Earlier that very day, that particular doctor had managed to save three people from tragic endings. He had fought the sorrow and grief that snaked towards the family and friends of these people, and replaced it with relief and new found delight. He had placed life back into the hands of those who were on the verge of falling into the unknown, becoming lost and leaving this world behind. It was a funny thing, how doctors worked and put all their energy into saving these strangers, people they had no idea about, sometimes not even aware of their names. The people on the operating table could be the worst of sorts, or the best kind out there, he was completely clueless on who he was saving. From the perfect family men, to azkaban’s convicted murders, it was his duty to save them and give them a second chance in life. Everyone deserved a second chance in his eyes. Without second chances, society wouldn’t stand a chance. Not only society, but relationships would be non-existent, pointless if second chances weren’t taken into consideration.
Second chances were the very reason why Spencer Burns’ marriage was still standing, although on the verge of collapsing, it still stood and unless he made amends, it would crumble impeccably fast. Who knew married life could be so difficult? If only people were aware that two people consisting in a marriage could slowly suffocate each other. After years, partners that once devoted underlying love for one another, now resented each other to the point of separation. Could he let that happen? No. Spencer loved his wife too much to let her slip away so easily. It was just a shame he didn’t show her the love she deserved. He might have felt the overwhelming emotion for her, it was just that much more difficult to show her it. Some would say their whirlwind relationship had been rushed, that their marriage was a failure from the start. However, he’d show them, prove that he can fight for the thing he desires most. Problem was, he was fighting the wrong person, for all the wrong reasons.
Opening the door to the oversized manor that consisted of only two people, Spencer stepped into the house, welcomed by the fragrance of cinnamon, the smell of Christmas. With a exhausted sigh as the door closed from behind him, his cobalt blue eyes scanned the entrance hall, curious as to were his wife may be hiding. Clarissa had kept her distance from Spence since the incident that involved too much alcohol, a lot of arguing and fists contacting with his wife’s warm body, shattering every ounce of respect she once had for him. He had been strangled with shame for days now, truly angered with himself for going against all his morals and self beliefs. For crying out loud, he had seen patients apart of abusive relationships, and the first thing he’d advised them was to get out, but not this time. He loved her too much to let her go. So when he took off his suit jacket, and put his case of the floor, he called out, “Clarissa, I’m home. Where are you?” Although he didn’t wait for a response, instead he moved towards the flight of stairs to witness his wife‘s slumped body, “Claire…”
NOTES: sorry for the wait, and after such a long wait all you get is crap. my apologizes. next one will be better, i promise.
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MUSE: just plain ugly
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