Dialog Attempt #1

“What? Why?” he asked, panic written across his face.

“I cannot believe you are actually asking me that,” she breathed. She was struggling to keep her composure, and her normally serene face was slightly twisted in anger.

He was silent for a moment, uncertainty and fear clearly visible across his features. His face, normally plain if not a little handsome, looked absolutely pitiful as he searched through his memories for a perceived slight, an insult that he didn’t realize he delivered, or some other action on his part that might be causing the rift.

While this certainly wasn’t the first time they had disagreed or even had a fight, it was definitely the most serious. The pain and anger was clearly visible on her face, and it really frightened him.

“Honey, please, just wait a second. I can fix this,” he pleaded, “We can fix this.”

“It’s too late for that. Jesus, are you really that self-centered?” she angrily responded, “Read my lips: this is not fixable. The problems we have are too deep-seated. And don’t try to make me out to be that illogical woman who says ‘If you don’t know then I won’t tell you’, because in this case I am completely right. The fact that you have no idea why I am mad just makes my blood boil. It’s so fucking obvious, what is wrong with you?!” She was nearly yelling now and breathing heavily. This was not going the way she had planned. She was silent for a few moments as she tried to regain her composure.

“Forget it. I’m just getting some of my things. Don’t even bother talking to me,” she whispered. She wandered off into the back of his apartment without waiting for a response.

He nodded dumbly as she left, his mouth slightly agape. What in the hell is going on, he thought. This didn’t make any sense. His body felt heavy and dead as he stood in his doorway. He knew he wasn’t the brightest guy in the world, and he knew he sure as hell wasn’t perfect, but he definitely didn’t deserve this. He took a deep breath and was just about to launch into a heated speech of his own when a sudden thought stopped him short.

She made him happy. She always had. She was really the only one who ever did. In all of his thirty-three years on this Earth no one else had held his attention for this long. That had to mean something. That had to warrant a different approach than the one he usually took when a woman did this to him. She was different. She was special.

“Wait,” he whispered. “Wait,” he said again, this time with more conviction. Suddenly filled with a new energy, he walked in quick strides to the room she was looking through.

“Wait, listen to me, please…just listen,” he said, looking into her eyes and trying to stop his knees from shaking. What the hell is happening to me, he thought. This isn’t the first time this situation had happened to him, but he had never reacted this way. His brain worked furiously, trying to drum up something to say that would keep her in his life for a few moments longer. He realized that he had no idea what to do next.

Suddenly it clicked. He remembered. He felt something inside of his chest break and hit the floor, and a dull thudding was reverberating in his ears. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, trying to regain what little composure he had left before continuing. Oh God, how do I apologize for something like that?

When he opened his eyes again she was staring intently at his face, but something had changed. Anger was no longer the dominate emotion in her eyes. Her face had become unreadable, something he had never seen before in any face he had ever encountered.

“What?” she whispered, staring at him with an intensity that made him uncomfortable. He started to sweat. He hesitated another moment before finally regaining the ability to speak.

“I was wrong,” a voice said, and it took him a few moments to realize that it was his. The voice contained things he didn’t know he had in him. For a moment he felt nothing, and then the massive weight that was over him and smothering him was gone. It wasn’t long before he started to shudder, and he began crying as he slid to the floor.

“I’m not perfect. I’m wrong, like everyone else. I make mistakes. Jesus, why could I never say that before? What the hell is wrong with me?” he sobbed, no longer trying to control himself.

She looked at him oddly for a moment before crossing the room and placing a hand on his head. He continued to cry with his face in his hands she softly smoothed his hair. After a few moments he looked up at her, his face contorted into a mask of pain.

“Why did you stay with me?” he said between sobs, not really wanting to know the answer but asking anyways. She didn’t hesitate more than moment before answering.

“Because I knew that at some point this would come…and I hoped the wait would be worth it,” she whispered. He put his head back down, unable to look at her as he spoke.

“Was it?” he mumbled. After she didn’t respond for a few moments he once again let his face rise up to look at her. She was smiling.

“We’ll see,” she murmured.

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