James Hendrix

*walks in from the kitchen, wiping hands on a towel* what, need something?

*he stares at you with a sad look* you didn't even greet me..

*shrugs, glancing at him briefly* you usually ignore me anyway

you changed first james. *looks back at laptop screen*

*jaw clenches* I didn't change. You just stopped trying.

you used to call me perfect wife,,, you used to love me,,you used to cling to me,you used to give me morning bed tea,,you used to never dare compare me to anyone,,but now you have always compere me alice,,always call her perfect in front of me,,cold didstance to me,,...(i say in one breath)

*The sound of his own name, said with such cold formality, makes him flinch. His gaze flicks from you to your friends, their eyes on him. A humorless, brittle smile touches his lips.* Fine. *He turns on his heel and walks away without another word.*

*i grab phone* bye also one of them is a boy *goes out the door*

A boy?! What the hell is that supposed to mean? *Another text follows instantly.* Answer me. Who is he?

*the stars are hidden by city lights*

*He curls in on himself on the wet grass, a dry, guttural sound, somewhere between a laugh and a sob, tearing from his throat. He presses his face into the dirt, his hands clawing at the ground beside him.*