~ There Are Not Words. Just Only Feelings ~
by Eveh
Disclaimer: This is uber. Kind of alt too.
Love/Sex Warning: This would be rated like G or maybe PG. There's nothing explicit here. Of course it could also be rated like PG-13 because of the smashing of the things.
Language: Surprisingly mild.
Thanks and a Little Note: Thanks just to everyone. And I'm going to announce that I'm going to stop writing for a while and I don't know how long that while may be. So yeah enjoy this little thing and as always you can get me at: xengab01@hotmail.com
There Are Not Words. Just Only Feelings
By Eveh
The soft sounds of Ave Maria played in the background as Monica sat down on the sofa and pulled out today's newspaper. She read through the headlines and picked the most interesting one to begin her reading. It wasn't really anything that special; some person was up for bribery charges or at least something to that nature. Wasn't anything that was actually news to her. She'd actually met the man and found him incredibly dull. He was an easy man to corrupt and she couldn't remember the last time he actually took a stance on any issue.
She flipped to another page in the paper and read yet another headline about how corrupt the local school district was. It seems like the school council was debating over the same issues they had been for the last five years. They'd never make any progress to resolve any of their issues, of course, not with their chairman being brought up with charges for bribery.
Another page in the paper was flipped and nothing else caught the blonde's attention so she threw the entire thing on the floor and leaned back further into the sofa. She closed her eyes and listened to the music for a moment then suddenly sat up and jumped off the couch. She walked up to a painting on the wall and tore it down. She threw it on the ground and the frame cracked. It made a loud noise that echoed above the music. Monica looked at the crack in the frame for a moment then leaned down and traced the crack with her forefinger.
"Broken," she whispered into the quiet of the room, "worthless."
She walked over to an antique vase that rested in a dark corner of the living room, picked it up and threw it to the ground where it shattered into many pieces. "Broken and also worthless." Her voice was soft but carried obvious glee.
Ave Maria finally ended and Mozart's Moonlight Sonata began to play. Monica swayed to the music and made her way over to another antique vase. She picked it up and danced with it for a moment before she threw it to the ground. "Broken and worthless."
She continued her actions until every thing that had carried any significant value in the apartment was smashed to pieces. When there was nothing left to smash she walked picked up a notepad and pen wrote a brief note then walked out the door.
A few hours later a dark haired woman walked into the apartment and when her light blue eyes roamed over the destruction she stopped in her tracks. She looked at all her precious possessions smashed to pieces on the floor and didn't know what to do. The first thought that ran through her mind was 'robber', but quickly she realized that her reasoning was flawed. What robber would come and smash everything that had value in the apartment to pieces. Don't robbers usually rob? And it would be extremely difficult to get into her apartment it being on the top floor with very good security.
The next thing that ran through her mind was some freak act of nature. But that thought was also dismissed because she hadn't heard anything about very localized storms coming into the area. She was sure that she would have remembered at least the morning forecast predicting a tornado coming through her apartment.
Carefully she stepped further into the apartment trying to avoid stepping on any of the small pieces of things that littered her apartment. She was putting her briefcase on an empty table that one of her antiques used to be housed when she noticed a small piece of paper on its surface already. She leaned down and placed her briefcase on the floor then picked up the piece of paper and read it.
There are not words. Just only feelings. There are no words that you would understand.
It wasn't signed but it didn't have to be. Larisha knew whom it was from. She would have actually recognized the handwriting anywhere. Now, ignoring all the broken pieces on the floor she walked across the apartment and sat down on the sofa. She looked at the discarded newspaper that was on the floor and after a moments contemplation decided to pick it up. She placed the note Monica had left her on the coffee table in front of the sofa then leaned back and opened up the paper.
She read through the headlines and chose the one that most interested her. She continued to flip through the paper until she reached the entertainment news section where her engagement had been announced. She read the full article and laughed at the parts that had been reported inaccurately. When she was done she threw the paper back on the floor and made her way over to the phone that had been conspicuously left alone. She picked it up and stared at the dial pad until she had enough courage to actually dial the numbers that were floating through her head.
The phone on the other end only rang twice before a soft voice picked it up. "Hello Larisha," the voice greeted not unkindly.
"Hi Mon. I got the present that you left me today." Larisha began, "I'm not too sure I can tell you that I loved it."
"Really?" Monica's voice sounded hurt. "And I worked so hard too. I'd say that was my best work of art yet."
"I don't really understand why you did it. Most of the art that was hanging on the walls here was yours."
"I made it I can destroy it. You already bought all the pieces anyway so I'm not out any money."
"That's true," Larisha conceded, "but still. Don't you think it was a little brash?"
"That depends what you consider brash; to me brash would be announcing marriage to a man before getting a chance to tell my girlfriend about this engagement."
"Touché."
"I'm so glad we agree and I would love to take this conversation further, but I do have things I have to do so is there any particular reason why you called?" Monica actually managed to sound bored.
"Do you even want an explanation?"
"Well I'm not too entirely sure actually. I would have loved one before I read about it in the newspaper this morning but, you know we can't always have what we wish for."
"Monica," Larisha's voice dropped, "I'm being serious now."
There was no response on the other end except a soft laugh.
"Monica," Larisha chastised, "do you want to talk about this or do you want me to call the police and have you arrested for smashing up my apartment?"
"Don't even threaten me with that Risha. You know as well as I do that you're not brave enough to call the officers of the law and tell them that your girlfriend smashed up your apartment. The papers would get a hold of the story and the next thing you know everyone wonders about your new engagement to Mike."
Monica was right. They both new Larisha would never call the police but that was the only threat she could come up with.
Larisha sighed heavily. "Can I just explain myself?"
"The clocks ticking by. You should talk quickly."
"Look, I really don't want to do this over the phone. Can I drop by your place? I can be there in a few minutes."
"No."
"Mon, I'm begging you. Please."
"Well I love to hear you beg and I'd love to carry this out as long as possible but I guess nothing good lasts forever. You just taught me that, so yes you may come over. If you're not here in twenty minutes then I'm leaving to do something or someone."
"Thank you." Larisha whispered softly into the phone then hung it up. She grabbed her keys from where she had laid them down and hurried out of her apartment. Making it to Monica's in twenty minutes would be tough, but she'd get there any way she could.
Meanwhile at her appointment Monica had hung up the phone and was staring at the wall. She just stood in the same place studying the wall until she snapped out of any trance she had been in and walked back to her studio. She looked carefully at the new piece she was painting. She actually liked it. Deciding to finish it later she closed the door to the studio and walked back out to her living room where a mini grand piano rested in a corner. She sat down at the piano and began playing Mozart's Moonlight Sonata, one of her favorite pieces. She wasn't sure how long she had been playing when she heard her doorbell. She got up from the piano and walked over to the door immediately just opening it and walking away.
Larisha stood awkwardly in the doorway unsure of what she should do. Monica immediately noticed the other woman's unease but did nothing to assuage it. She just walked back to the piano and began playing again. Eventually Larisha gathered her courage and stepped fully into the room. She softly closed the door behind her and walked over to the piano. "I thought you said this was strictly just for decoration?"
Monica afforded Larisha a quick glance but didn't stop playing. "It is. I don't need a grand piano to play on, anything really would do. So, this is just for decoration."
"You never told me you played though?"
"Did I hurt your feelings by keeping this information from you?"
"Yes actually. I figured you would tell me you could play so beautifully. I wanted you to share that part of yourself with me."
"Why? So you could use it to your advantage and use it against me?"
"Mon, I've never used anything against you."
Monica switched from playing the Sonata to a piece that Larisha had never heard before. "Only my love. But that doesn't count does it?"
"Don't be so harsh."
Monica only laughed and continued to play.
"Will you stop playing so that we can talk?"
Monica ignored the request and just finished the song. Larisha waited her out and finally Monica finished playing and turned to face her. "Okay so talk."
"I do love you Monica. I will always love you, but I'm not as brave as you are. I can't just say 'to Hell with what everybody else thinks'."
"Then you don't love me."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"Am I mistaken or are you marrying a man?"
"I didn't mean for this to happen."
"There is nothing that has been done that can not be undone."
Larisha looked into the eyes of the woman she loved so dearly. "Are you serious?"
"I'm angry with you," Monica shrugged her shoulders, "but I am still a forgiving person." She turned back to the piano and began playing again this time Beethoven's Fur Elise.
"You'd forgive me for this?"
Monica nodded her head, "Of course. I did get a lot of anger out when I wrecked your apartment. I'll allow you just one big freak out mistake like this, because I understand this is new to you but you've got to get rid of your boy toy."
Larisha didn't even think about hesitating in her response. "Consider him gone. I'll make another press release that we were just playing a very bad joke."
"That's where you'll start but after you do that then you have to introduce me to your family."
At this Larisha did hesitate. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that."
Monica switched songs to something that sounded a little like Chopin to Larisha. "Well if you better get ready quick or forget about me forgiving you at all. You did make a really big mistake you know? We play by my rules now because yours just weren't working."
Larisha closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again she concentrated on Monica's moving hands then relented. "Alright. I'll introduce you to the family. They've been dying to meet Monica The Famous Artiste for some time now. What else do I have to do?"
Monica stopped playing stood up and moved towards the other woman. "Now you kiss me say goodbye and let me be angry at you for the rest of the night."
"After tonight you won't be angry anymore right?"
"Of course I will. But it won't last forever. You really did hurt me Risha."
The taller woman could no longer look her companion in the eye. "I know and I'm very sorry for that. I freaked out and did the first stupid thing I could think of."
"I know." Monica laid a comforting hand on Larisha's arm. "Love is a crazy thing."
"There are not words. Just only feelings."
Monica smiled, glad that Larisha finally understood the meaning of her words. "Go now. We'll talk to tomorrow."
"You promise?"
"Always."
"I do love you."
"I know."
The End
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