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The slender woman in the blue dress walked up the pier and just before she reached the end, she turned to the man who had just dragged the boat out of the water. There was resent and anger in her face. Bottled up agony. The rain was pouring down on her and she was happy it was since she was on the verge of breaking into tears.
"Why didn't you write to me? Why? It wasn't over for me. I waited for you for seven years. Now it's too late." She snapped. She needed answers before she writhed and disappeared in that pain.
Her question and protest clashed into the desperate eyes of the man. "I wrote you three hundred and sixty-five letters. I wrote to you every da-"
"Care to remind me why we're watching this movie and not High Fidelity?" Matt grumbled after pausing the movie on the TV. He was halfway through his pint of icecream and he had room for a pint more. Maybe what they said about appetite and breakups was true. But before he got an answer, a lightning fast hand out of blue smacker him upside the head.
"Because you don't need to watch a movie about how much relationships suck!" Rita hissed. Just a moment ago, she was sitting next to him with her legs curled under her, leaning on the couch's arm lazily while her fingers swirled the glass of wine but the sudden interruption had awaken the staff sergeant in her. "Just watch it! If you were in a High Fidelity mood, you wouldn't be here eating ice cream with red eyes and that disheveled t-shirt." she exclaimed, trying to remember the last time she saw him wearing something non-designer, if ever.
The man let out a groaning sigh before licking his spoon. She had a point even though he hated to admit. It had been a week since Liz broke up with him and... he never expected that it could affect him so strongly. He pressed a button on the remote, letting the movie run into a passionate kiss under the rain. "Oh, come ooooon! This is so sappy! There are no such romantic kisses." he complained with a grimace, which grew even deeper in a matter of seconds as the couple on the screen started undressing each other. "And you're telling me that a man can go up the stairs with pants dropped down at his ankles?"
Rita took a deep sigh before cupping her cheek with desperation. "You're missing the point. It's about that bada boom bada bang chemistry! Unless you noticed it, you haven't made a single marry-me-Rita joke ever since Liz kicked your sorry ass into oblivion." Was she being too cruel? Naw... Of all the men in the world of pigdom, Matt was one of the few who deserved to be whacked.
"Yeah, I forgot you have an emeritus when it comes to relationsh-" A second smack, he had really asked for it, made the man wince in his seat.
She was no expert, that was partly true but she no longer felt like walking on egg shells when it came to dating someone. It was... just not very inspiring overall. More than a handful men had come and gone in her life for the past few years and none of them had lasted more than a couple of months. "I know enough to see the difference between a fling and love. Don't tell me that you don't turn into flourine in her orbit and dying to grab her electrons." Her lips met the glass to take a small sip. Maybe she couldn't understand the whole mechanics of their relationship and she never would but she had learned that it was a vain attempt to compare. Every relationship was different, as different as every individual was and despite her rather stoic attitude when it comes to dating, one just couldn't force chemistry or un-do it, for that matter.
"Now that's a sex euphemism I haven't heard." Matt mumbled as he peered at the woman sitting next to him. It was the first time he noticed that she was in a crimson wiggle dress with Queen Anne neckline. Her blonde locks were resting lazily on her ivory collar bones.
Well, it was past 2 am now. He had come to Rita's in the late evening and as she wasn't home, he ended up sitting on the stairs for a while... a long while until she came back from her dinner date. Wait... Since when Rita was dating that douchey looking snob? He was so immersed in his hassle that he only noticed with a huge delay.
His rather epiphanic peek was met with a determined stare from his peer. "You well know I mean love and not just sex. And that's the exact reason why you will get on a plane tomorrow to go and talk to her." With a ring, she thought. Elizabeth had a reason to break up with him but this dumbo was too blind to see it. Still it was something he needed to learn by himself. "Or I'll call your father and tell him that you're eating all my icecream while boring me with your sob story." she added instead, with a sly curl on the corner of her lips, causing a sudden crease of unrest on the man's forehead. His father was a somewhat of a tyrant and Matt's reaction made Rita's smile soften into that of caring one she had back when they were just teenagers.
It was a lifetime ago but remainders of a lifetime was often more than people anticipated. The very essence of who we are, now that never changed, whether in a tacky t-shirt or in designer suits. Her legs scooted down on the carpet before she stretched them onto the coffee table. Good grief, she really hated this movie.
"Why didn't you write to me? Why? It wasn't over for me. I waited for you for seven years. Now it's too late." She snapped. She needed answers before she writhed and disappeared in that pain.
Her question and protest clashed into the desperate eyes of the man. "I wrote you three hundred and sixty-five letters. I wrote to you every da-"
"Care to remind me why we're watching this movie and not High Fidelity?" Matt grumbled after pausing the movie on the TV. He was halfway through his pint of icecream and he had room for a pint more. Maybe what they said about appetite and breakups was true. But before he got an answer, a lightning fast hand out of blue smacker him upside the head.
"Because you don't need to watch a movie about how much relationships suck!" Rita hissed. Just a moment ago, she was sitting next to him with her legs curled under her, leaning on the couch's arm lazily while her fingers swirled the glass of wine but the sudden interruption had awaken the staff sergeant in her. "Just watch it! If you were in a High Fidelity mood, you wouldn't be here eating ice cream with red eyes and that disheveled t-shirt." she exclaimed, trying to remember the last time she saw him wearing something non-designer, if ever.
The man let out a groaning sigh before licking his spoon. She had a point even though he hated to admit. It had been a week since Liz broke up with him and... he never expected that it could affect him so strongly. He pressed a button on the remote, letting the movie run into a passionate kiss under the rain. "Oh, come ooooon! This is so sappy! There are no such romantic kisses." he complained with a grimace, which grew even deeper in a matter of seconds as the couple on the screen started undressing each other. "And you're telling me that a man can go up the stairs with pants dropped down at his ankles?"
Rita took a deep sigh before cupping her cheek with desperation. "You're missing the point. It's about that bada boom bada bang chemistry! Unless you noticed it, you haven't made a single marry-me-Rita joke ever since Liz kicked your sorry ass into oblivion." Was she being too cruel? Naw... Of all the men in the world of pigdom, Matt was one of the few who deserved to be whacked.
"Yeah, I forgot you have an emeritus when it comes to relationsh-" A second smack, he had really asked for it, made the man wince in his seat.
She was no expert, that was partly true but she no longer felt like walking on egg shells when it came to dating someone. It was... just not very inspiring overall. More than a handful men had come and gone in her life for the past few years and none of them had lasted more than a couple of months. "I know enough to see the difference between a fling and love. Don't tell me that you don't turn into flourine in her orbit and dying to grab her electrons." Her lips met the glass to take a small sip. Maybe she couldn't understand the whole mechanics of their relationship and she never would but she had learned that it was a vain attempt to compare. Every relationship was different, as different as every individual was and despite her rather stoic attitude when it comes to dating, one just couldn't force chemistry or un-do it, for that matter.
"Now that's a sex euphemism I haven't heard." Matt mumbled as he peered at the woman sitting next to him. It was the first time he noticed that she was in a crimson wiggle dress with Queen Anne neckline. Her blonde locks were resting lazily on her ivory collar bones.
Well, it was past 2 am now. He had come to Rita's in the late evening and as she wasn't home, he ended up sitting on the stairs for a while... a long while until she came back from her dinner date. Wait... Since when Rita was dating that douchey looking snob? He was so immersed in his hassle that he only noticed with a huge delay.
His rather epiphanic peek was met with a determined stare from his peer. "You well know I mean love and not just sex. And that's the exact reason why you will get on a plane tomorrow to go and talk to her." With a ring, she thought. Elizabeth had a reason to break up with him but this dumbo was too blind to see it. Still it was something he needed to learn by himself. "Or I'll call your father and tell him that you're eating all my icecream while boring me with your sob story." she added instead, with a sly curl on the corner of her lips, causing a sudden crease of unrest on the man's forehead. His father was a somewhat of a tyrant and Matt's reaction made Rita's smile soften into that of caring one she had back when they were just teenagers.
It was a lifetime ago but remainders of a lifetime was often more than people anticipated. The very essence of who we are, now that never changed, whether in a tacky t-shirt or in designer suits. Her legs scooted down on the carpet before she stretched them onto the coffee table. Good grief, she really hated this movie.