Originally written/posted by Coz on June 10, 2005 in cozbaldwin.com – Uncensored.
â€œI hate emo rock,â€ she says as she takes the last drag from a cigarette she never smoked and turns off the TV. A few moments of silence pass between them as they stared at the same broken pattern on the carpet before he interjects a little chuckle.
A confused an annoyed â€œWhat?â€ is asked, as if to express disgust even by hearing his laugh.
â€œI just think itâ€™s so weird, you know? We stare at the same fragments of carpet and come up with different theories for how it became so.â€
â€œI really donâ€™t see what that has to do with anything.â€
â€œNo, you just donâ€™t want to.â€
It was at this time her desolation could not be retained any longer. She burst out in an absolute puerile explosion of tears and drool with such force, youâ€™d think she hasnâ€™t shed a single emotion in a year and a half. Her body went limp like she had just been shot in the chest. Unable to control herself, there were no words coming out of her mouth as she tried to rationalize out loud why she just lost control. Instead, only a small murmur was audible as she collapsed to her knees.
He allows her to get herself together after a few minutes. And in between her desperate sniffling, he asks â€œWhen will this be over?â€
She promptly replies, â€œThere is no â€˜THIS!â€™ Thereâ€™s nothing to be over, why canâ€™t you get that?â€
He sarcastically replies, â€œRight, right,â€ and passes her a napkin from the night stand.
The birds can be heard outside the window, beginning to wake up the day.
Sheâ€™s able to let out a large sigh, finally. â€œWhy? What did you see in the carpet?â€
â€œI see this broken pattern, here, and figured it was from your shoes heel.â€ He says.
â€œYeah. It is from my heel,â€ she says, â€œbut I was picturing a cane had created it, even though I know you donâ€™t use a cane nor is there a cane here.â€ and she begins to sob again.
Thereâ€™s been times heâ€™s tried to say things and it never comes out the way he intended. What he doesnâ€™t realize is that it never will. And everything you think you know is only right because you believe it to be.