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[#038] You're a Ghost and I've Been Cursed (Original)
Theme Prompt: #038 - Betrayal
Title: You’re a Ghost and I’ve Been Cursed
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 723
Summary: Scorched earth isn’t a great interpersonal policy for anyone, Alex finds.
Scorched earth isn’t a great interpersonal policy for anyone, Alex finds. Then again, sitting on a bench in the middle of a park, in the middle of the night, is not an excellent idea for a person all alone either, so it’s clear that she’s ten for ten tonight in wise life choices.
Hazy memories indicate that she’s not too sure how she got to the park in the first place. She’s reasonably sure that after she left her apartment with the broken heart of her former fiancé still sitting in it, Alex just followed her feet until she found this park bench in this particular park and sat on it. That doesn’t answer the qualifying questions of why this bench, why this park, why these choices put her in these positions, but she has time to think about those — time between now and when she’s inevitably murdered for sitting in this terrible place for her safety.
“God, I’m an idiot.”
“I’m sure many would agree with you.”
Her head snaps up, and standing there is Roger, still wearing the suit he wore to the engagement party she set on fire. He shrugs out of the jacket to drape it around her shivering shoulders – her party dress is very inappropriate for this weather, another point of stupidity in her direction – before sitting next to her.
“What the hell, Alex?”
“Do you want the real answer or the heavily sanitized answer I’m going to have to give my parents of why I imploded my entire life?”
“Either?” He shrugs. Few people in this world know her better than Roger. Friends since the age of five, he knows exactly how her brain works ninety percent of the time, but this seems to have her baffled. “I mean, I absolutely want to know the real reason, but later we can brainstorm what we’re going to say to everyone else.”
She takes a deep breath. “I’m a terrible person.”
“No disagreement there.”
“Thanks.”
“I don’t know what you expected me to say, darling, you said it first.”
She takes another breath, closing her eyes and tipping her head back towards the sky. “You ever have one of those moments where everything in your life stops making sense, and you just want to destroy it and start from scratch?”
“No. Because we sane people usually take the time to think about which aspects of our lives are making us unhappy, and only blow up that particular portion.” He pauses, before looking at her critically. “Did Brian do something that I’m not aware of?”
“No.”
“Then … why?”
“I don’t love him. Not the way I’m supposed to. I’m marrying him because he’s good for me and my parents want me to. I did not intend to lay it all out there at the party supposedly celebrating our love, but unfortunately, my mom got in my head and I just … snapped.”
“Your mother is good at that.”
“We do know how to push each other’s buttons.”
“So what was originally intended to be quietly breaking up with Brian after the party was over and explaining things in a calm, rational conversation like adults, you plowed through things like a wrecking ball to get back at your mother.”
“See what I mean? Terrible person.” She takes a deep breath before swiping at her cheeks. “And now I have this sinking feeling that I can never go home again.”
“I wouldn’t say ‘never.’” Roger wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close for a warm squeeze. “You can sleep on my and Miles’ couch tonight, wash your face, and tomorrow you can go home and have the calm, rational conversation that you were supposed to have the night before. Sure, he might still be hurt, but maybe you can end things on a better note?”
She takes a deep breath before tipping her head against his shoulder. “We can certainly try.” Another long pause stretches between them before she looks up at him again. “Can we order a pizza?”
“I’ll have Miles place the order on our way there.”
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
Roger laughs as he pulls them both to their feet and starts leading the way towards his place. “Well, we terrible people know our own. Best if we try to stick together.”
Title: You’re a Ghost and I’ve Been Cursed
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 723
Summary: Scorched earth isn’t a great interpersonal policy for anyone, Alex finds.
Scorched earth isn’t a great interpersonal policy for anyone, Alex finds. Then again, sitting on a bench in the middle of a park, in the middle of the night, is not an excellent idea for a person all alone either, so it’s clear that she’s ten for ten tonight in wise life choices.
Hazy memories indicate that she’s not too sure how she got to the park in the first place. She’s reasonably sure that after she left her apartment with the broken heart of her former fiancé still sitting in it, Alex just followed her feet until she found this park bench in this particular park and sat on it. That doesn’t answer the qualifying questions of why this bench, why this park, why these choices put her in these positions, but she has time to think about those — time between now and when she’s inevitably murdered for sitting in this terrible place for her safety.
“God, I’m an idiot.”
“I’m sure many would agree with you.”
Her head snaps up, and standing there is Roger, still wearing the suit he wore to the engagement party she set on fire. He shrugs out of the jacket to drape it around her shivering shoulders – her party dress is very inappropriate for this weather, another point of stupidity in her direction – before sitting next to her.
“What the hell, Alex?”
“Do you want the real answer or the heavily sanitized answer I’m going to have to give my parents of why I imploded my entire life?”
“Either?” He shrugs. Few people in this world know her better than Roger. Friends since the age of five, he knows exactly how her brain works ninety percent of the time, but this seems to have her baffled. “I mean, I absolutely want to know the real reason, but later we can brainstorm what we’re going to say to everyone else.”
She takes a deep breath. “I’m a terrible person.”
“No disagreement there.”
“Thanks.”
“I don’t know what you expected me to say, darling, you said it first.”
She takes another breath, closing her eyes and tipping her head back towards the sky. “You ever have one of those moments where everything in your life stops making sense, and you just want to destroy it and start from scratch?”
“No. Because we sane people usually take the time to think about which aspects of our lives are making us unhappy, and only blow up that particular portion.” He pauses, before looking at her critically. “Did Brian do something that I’m not aware of?”
“No.”
“Then … why?”
“I don’t love him. Not the way I’m supposed to. I’m marrying him because he’s good for me and my parents want me to. I did not intend to lay it all out there at the party supposedly celebrating our love, but unfortunately, my mom got in my head and I just … snapped.”
“Your mother is good at that.”
“We do know how to push each other’s buttons.”
“So what was originally intended to be quietly breaking up with Brian after the party was over and explaining things in a calm, rational conversation like adults, you plowed through things like a wrecking ball to get back at your mother.”
“See what I mean? Terrible person.” She takes a deep breath before swiping at her cheeks. “And now I have this sinking feeling that I can never go home again.”
“I wouldn’t say ‘never.’” Roger wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close for a warm squeeze. “You can sleep on my and Miles’ couch tonight, wash your face, and tomorrow you can go home and have the calm, rational conversation that you were supposed to have the night before. Sure, he might still be hurt, but maybe you can end things on a better note?”
She takes a deep breath before tipping her head against his shoulder. “We can certainly try.” Another long pause stretches between them before she looks up at him again. “Can we order a pizza?”
“I’ll have Miles place the order on our way there.”
“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
Roger laughs as he pulls them both to their feet and starts leading the way towards his place. “Well, we terrible people know our own. Best if we try to stick together.”