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theatrical_muse“I want a divorce, Frank.”
We were separated when it happened…we’d been separated once before, a year before Kevin was born. It lasted all of three weeks.
This was different…much different.
She came to see me at the hotel I was staying at…a little hole in the wall in Van Nuys, not far from the station. Cool, impersonal…no place I intended to stay for very long. Close enough to work for my tastes, and close enough to home that I could go back to Jess at a moment’s notice.
That’s not what she wanted, though…not by a longshot.
She had the papers, too…that’s what I couldn’t believe. She already had the goddamn paperwork…she had to have been talking to a lawyer at least a month before I moved out of the house to be *this* ready.
“I want a divorce, Frank.” She said to me, one hand extended with the papers in them.
Waiting.
“I don’t fucking believe this.”
“Frank…”
“Jess…please, think about this…think about what you’re *doing*…”
”I have, Frank. I just…it’s not you, it’s me.”
Liar. It wasn’t her *or* me…it was Kevin.
“It’s just not working anymore.”
More lies. When she saw me, she saw our little boy, and she couldn’t deal with it.
When I saw her, I saw the mother of my son…all I had left of my baby. She was a little piece of Kevin, and I couldn’t stand to be away from her.
She was all I had to get me through the worst event of my life, and she wanted out.
That’s the problem with loving someone as much as I loved my wife…you’ll do anything for them, and you won’t think about what happens to you.
“You have to understand, Frank…I still want to stay close. We need each other.”
“Right…but you don’t need me enough to stay married to me.”
“Frank…”
I looked into her eyes when she said it…my name, that one little word. There was just so much pain…too much. It hurt me to see it…I loved her, and I didn’t want to hurt her. I take my promises seriously, and I’d promised to love her…love her ‘til death do us part.
I guess sometimes loving someone means letting them go.
That’s why I signed…and that’s why I kissed her when I gave her back those papers, complete with my signature on every page.
There’s been a few other women since Jess…but I still love her. I always will.
Married or no, I don’t need a license for that.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 421
We were separated when it happened…we’d been separated once before, a year before Kevin was born. It lasted all of three weeks.
This was different…much different.
She came to see me at the hotel I was staying at…a little hole in the wall in Van Nuys, not far from the station. Cool, impersonal…no place I intended to stay for very long. Close enough to work for my tastes, and close enough to home that I could go back to Jess at a moment’s notice.
That’s not what she wanted, though…not by a longshot.
She had the papers, too…that’s what I couldn’t believe. She already had the goddamn paperwork…she had to have been talking to a lawyer at least a month before I moved out of the house to be *this* ready.
“I want a divorce, Frank.” She said to me, one hand extended with the papers in them.
Waiting.
“I don’t fucking believe this.”
“Frank…”
“Jess…please, think about this…think about what you’re *doing*…”
”I have, Frank. I just…it’s not you, it’s me.”
Liar. It wasn’t her *or* me…it was Kevin.
“It’s just not working anymore.”
More lies. When she saw me, she saw our little boy, and she couldn’t deal with it.
When I saw her, I saw the mother of my son…all I had left of my baby. She was a little piece of Kevin, and I couldn’t stand to be away from her.
She was all I had to get me through the worst event of my life, and she wanted out.
That’s the problem with loving someone as much as I loved my wife…you’ll do anything for them, and you won’t think about what happens to you.
“You have to understand, Frank…I still want to stay close. We need each other.”
“Right…but you don’t need me enough to stay married to me.”
“Frank…”
I looked into her eyes when she said it…my name, that one little word. There was just so much pain…too much. It hurt me to see it…I loved her, and I didn’t want to hurt her. I take my promises seriously, and I’d promised to love her…love her ‘til death do us part.
I guess sometimes loving someone means letting them go.
That’s why I signed…and that’s why I kissed her when I gave her back those papers, complete with my signature on every page.
There’s been a few other women since Jess…but I still love her. I always will.
Married or no, I don’t need a license for that.
Muse: Frank Taylor
Fandom: Haunted
Words: 421
