OOM: ... let your heart be light ...

[ikissdhimbck]

Christmas Eve.

The bar proper is full of holiday cheer. Decorations of all sorts, presents under the tree, the hum of laughter and song. It's inescapable.

Some rooms even have wreaths on their doors.


Not Room #100.

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[ikissdhimbck]

"No. I don't — "

She wipes at her eyes, pulling her arm away from his grasp.

God, he smells like smoke. Like smoke, and leather, and aftershave.

"I don't wanna see you right now, Tommy. All right? I don't wanna see you."

[gavin62truck]

Her pulling away stings like a smack in the face, and he can't decide if he's more confused or angry about it.

I don't wanna see you.

It would take the force of a blunt instrument to get something through Tommy's thick skull. She can't get more blunt than that.

He still doesn't understand.

He thinks he didn't do anything wrong. But eventually, they all find ways to blame him. it would've come to this anyway.




"Fine."

The word is bitter. He backs away, hands held up. He won't touch her again.

[ikissdhimbck]

She pinches the bridge of her nose.

Composing herself.




"I'm upset. I don't wanna talk, I don't wanna whore myself out, I jus' want you t'leave."

[gavin62truck]

His jaw drops.

"Whore yourself out? Seriously? Is that what you think--? That I--"




He steps away even further. He gets the message now.

"Y'know what? Fine. Fine. Sue me for giving a shit, but hey, guess what, honey, I don't give a shit anymore. I probably shouldn't have given a shit to begin with, but too bad I'm just a huge goddamn idiot. So, whatever. You win. Happy now? Jeezus Christ. I'll see ya 'round, honey -- or maybe I won't."

And he finally turns to leave.

Angry. Confused.

So confused.

[ikissdhimbck]

Is that what you think — ? That I — ?

That he — ? No. No, not him.

But she doesn't get the chance to say so. He's turning away. It's exactly what she wanted. That he chooses to leave her for good as well — well.

It's probably for the best.

She purses her lips, nodding — though he won't be able to see her — tamping down the tears that flood her eyes unbidden.


And closes the door.

Locking it.