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Category:
G through L › Love Actually
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,292
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Love Actually, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry and Karen but only lovingly borrow them from Love Actually.
This one-shot resulted in a challenge from ARFF yahoo group in which we were given the opening paragraph.
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By Apythia Morges
It was a dark and stormy night.
He sat there, alone, staring into the warm glow of the candle. The whiskey had done its job. His head was finally as empty as his heart.
He didn't notice her in the doorway..........
“Plan on drinking yourself to death?” Karen said evenly as she entered the room, careful to keep several feet between herself and the man who used to be the love of her life.
“It dulls the pain,” Harry mumbled, taking another drink.
“Pain? What right do you have to talk about pain? You were the one –”
“I know,” he cut her off. “I fucked up and I lost everything. Believe it or not, I do care about you and the children and it is tearing me apart to be here,” he gestured to the empty flat, “instead of at home with them.”
“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before sleeping with your secretary,” she shot back at him.
“Enough!” Harry hurled the bottle of McDowell’s across the room where it collided with the bare wall, shattering into hundreds of fragments. Just like my heart, he thought.
He looked up at his wife to find a look of shock and fear in her eyes and he instantly regretted his drunken outburst.
“I am sorry,” he said quietly, casting his eyes downward. “I… I just don’t know what else to say or do to make you realize what a fool I was and how much I regret it.” He dared a glance in her direction. She was silent, but listening.
“Karen,” he said, rising from the lone chair and walking slowly toward her. “I love you more than you can imagine. There is no excuse for what I did. I don’t blame you for hating me. I never meant to hurt you.”
He saw the tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she blinked rapidly. He always admired her self-control, how she could remain calm in any situation. Now, only inches from her, he was overwhelmed by the sense of his love for her and felt the painful depths of loss without her. He wanted to reach out and gently stroke her chin like he used to but he feared she would pull away, rejecting his touch. He sighed.
“I know I have no right to ask anything of you,” he said, meeting her gaze. “But I have to know. Is there anything left between us? Do you, maybe in the tiniest way, still love me?”
She closed her eyes, a small tear escaping. “If I didn’t love you, it wouldn’t hurt so much.”
“Oh Karen,” he said, pain evident in his voice as he wiped the wet trail from her cheek. “If I could take it all back I would. Ask anything of me and I will do it. Whatever it takes to make it up to you.”
She opened her eyes, staring at him intently. He felt uncomfortable under her appraising gaze but didn’t blink. He willed her to see it in his eyes that he truly would abide by any task or rules she set forth if it meant he could just hold her again.
The faintest tease of a smile played at the corner of her mouth. She shifted her attention to the barren room, eyes settling on the bedroom door. “Prove it.”
This one-shot resulted in a challenge from ARFF yahoo group in which we were given the opening paragraph.
Proof
By Apythia Morges
It was a dark and stormy night.
He sat there, alone, staring into the warm glow of the candle. The whiskey had done its job. His head was finally as empty as his heart.
He didn't notice her in the doorway..........
“Plan on drinking yourself to death?” Karen said evenly as she entered the room, careful to keep several feet between herself and the man who used to be the love of her life.
“It dulls the pain,” Harry mumbled, taking another drink.
“Pain? What right do you have to talk about pain? You were the one –”
“I know,” he cut her off. “I fucked up and I lost everything. Believe it or not, I do care about you and the children and it is tearing me apart to be here,” he gestured to the empty flat, “instead of at home with them.”
“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before sleeping with your secretary,” she shot back at him.
“Enough!” Harry hurled the bottle of McDowell’s across the room where it collided with the bare wall, shattering into hundreds of fragments. Just like my heart, he thought.
He looked up at his wife to find a look of shock and fear in her eyes and he instantly regretted his drunken outburst.
“I am sorry,” he said quietly, casting his eyes downward. “I… I just don’t know what else to say or do to make you realize what a fool I was and how much I regret it.” He dared a glance in her direction. She was silent, but listening.
“Karen,” he said, rising from the lone chair and walking slowly toward her. “I love you more than you can imagine. There is no excuse for what I did. I don’t blame you for hating me. I never meant to hurt you.”
He saw the tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she blinked rapidly. He always admired her self-control, how she could remain calm in any situation. Now, only inches from her, he was overwhelmed by the sense of his love for her and felt the painful depths of loss without her. He wanted to reach out and gently stroke her chin like he used to but he feared she would pull away, rejecting his touch. He sighed.
“I know I have no right to ask anything of you,” he said, meeting her gaze. “But I have to know. Is there anything left between us? Do you, maybe in the tiniest way, still love me?”
She closed her eyes, a small tear escaping. “If I didn’t love you, it wouldn’t hurt so much.”
“Oh Karen,” he said, pain evident in his voice as he wiped the wet trail from her cheek. “If I could take it all back I would. Ask anything of me and I will do it. Whatever it takes to make it up to you.”
She opened her eyes, staring at him intently. He felt uncomfortable under her appraising gaze but didn’t blink. He willed her to see it in his eyes that he truly would abide by any task or rules she set forth if it meant he could just hold her again.
The faintest tease of a smile played at the corner of her mouth. She shifted her attention to the barren room, eyes settling on the bedroom door. “Prove it.”