Post by BARRY CHAUCER on Jul 12, 2019 1:48:04 GMT -5
Tell me how's it feel
sittin up there Feelin' so high
but too far away to hold me
sittin up there Feelin' so high
but too far away to hold me
WORDS: 467 || TAGS: FRANCESCA EMERSON
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]The sound of his apparition sounded like an explosion as he appeared just outside her door. He stared at the barrier, and really had to resist the urge to just hex the door itself off its hinges. How long had it been? Over a year, easily. He could remember it like it was yesterday. Hell, he had replayed those moments over and over in his head, searching for the slightest of clues. Had she hinted that she wasn't returning? Had there been the slightest inclination that she'd stay away this long. No. The only thing that Barry could grasp was that she had lied.
He rushed at the door, and raised his hand to smash against the wooden barrier. There was no cadence, only the battering of the single partition that separated the two of them. Had she no idea what she had done? Did she know the dark thoughts that had crossed his mind? The idea that she could have been gone... really gone. Barry was no saint, and he'd done some rather harsh things in his past, but never anything like this.
"Cheska!" he called through the door. His hand pummeled against the door once again. He didn't care about any scene he may be causing. After being away with no word at all for more than a year, she owed him an explanation. "Cheska! Open the bloody door!" His fist pounded against it once more. He forced himself to take a deep breath, and let it slip through his lips in a single huff. "I swear if you don't open this door woman, I'll blast a whole through it as wide as the Thames."
With each passing moment, Barry had felt a myriad of emotions. Joy... at the news that Cheska had finally returned. Betrayed... that he hadn't actually heard it from her. Fury... that she would actually be selfish enough to do this to him. Fear... that perhaps his sources gotten it all wrong? That there was no one waiting on the other side of the door. Confusion... as to why?
What could have possibly forced Cheska to stay away? Had she made a decision that she regretted. Did she think he'd resent her for doing so? Barry swallowed. His palm rested flat against the door as his fears renewed. "Cheska?" he said once more, this time much softer. His hopes of seeing her were quickly becoming nothing more than a mirage of memories. It was like she was slipping away, all over again.
Surely, if she were inside she'd have heard him. Hell, anyone within a kilometer likely heard him. And just like that, Barry Chaucer felt lost once again. He took a single step back, and pivoted, beginning to turn away from the door, still adrift in a sea of misery.
He rushed at the door, and raised his hand to smash against the wooden barrier. There was no cadence, only the battering of the single partition that separated the two of them. Had she no idea what she had done? Did she know the dark thoughts that had crossed his mind? The idea that she could have been gone... really gone. Barry was no saint, and he'd done some rather harsh things in his past, but never anything like this.
"Cheska!" he called through the door. His hand pummeled against the door once again. He didn't care about any scene he may be causing. After being away with no word at all for more than a year, she owed him an explanation. "Cheska! Open the bloody door!" His fist pounded against it once more. He forced himself to take a deep breath, and let it slip through his lips in a single huff. "I swear if you don't open this door woman, I'll blast a whole through it as wide as the Thames."
With each passing moment, Barry had felt a myriad of emotions. Joy... at the news that Cheska had finally returned. Betrayed... that he hadn't actually heard it from her. Fury... that she would actually be selfish enough to do this to him. Fear... that perhaps his sources gotten it all wrong? That there was no one waiting on the other side of the door. Confusion... as to why?
What could have possibly forced Cheska to stay away? Had she made a decision that she regretted. Did she think he'd resent her for doing so? Barry swallowed. His palm rested flat against the door as his fears renewed. "Cheska?" he said once more, this time much softer. His hopes of seeing her were quickly becoming nothing more than a mirage of memories. It was like she was slipping away, all over again.
Surely, if she were inside she'd have heard him. Hell, anyone within a kilometer likely heard him. And just like that, Barry Chaucer felt lost once again. He took a single step back, and pivoted, beginning to turn away from the door, still adrift in a sea of misery.
NOTES: JUNE 2040; sorry... couldn't wait, then realized it was a mistake.
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