Stevie groaned, pushing Kim away, but he held her firmly. "Let me go."

"Why would I do that?"

"I'm really not in the mood, Kim." Stevie sighed, hoping he'd leave her be.

"When are you ever!" His voice grew louder, as he moved away from her quickly, frustrated. "All I hear from you is how tired you are, that you have a headache or that you're not in the mood. I'm your husband if you need to be reminded of that."

"So what? Just because we're married, I'm supposed to bend over every time you look my way? Fuck you!" Stevie yelled, wanting to leave, but Kim grabbed her by the arm. 

"You wanted this, Stevie, you. You convinced me this wasn't a completely idiotic idea and I married you. You only wanted Matthew, there's no question about that, but you got both of us. So deal with it." He spoke through gritted teeth, mere inches away from her face. "During the two years we've been married, you barely pay attention to me and I am a man after all, I do have needs."

"Well, then go find some whore and enjoy!" Stevie attempted to free herself, but she wasn't successful.

Kim just laughed, a wide grin on his face, which unsettled Stevie. "I have one at home."

~

With a joint in hand, Stevie sat on the tilled floor of the balcony, her eyes closed. It was cold, she was only wearing her nightgown and her hair was wet from the shower she took as soon as Kim got away from her. She didn't care to put something on or go inside, opening her eyes to stare at the sky. Tears escaped. She brought the joint up to her lips inhaling deeply, hoping it would numb her even if just a little.

What had her life become? She had always wanted to be a singer, but what she had today, had never been her dream. All she wanted in life was to make music, to perform, to dance across the stages of the world. Most of all, she wanted to love and be loved. She thought her future would definitely have Lindsey in it; they would be making music together and they would love each other.

They loved each other, but they were complete incompatible. Something or someone seemed to always stand in their way, most of the time it was themselves. They had no patience for each other, they could never communicate well either. Maybe it was because there was incredible passion between them despite everything. They cared more than they'd like to admit. Neither of the two had ever truly let go.

Getting up off the floor, Stevie quietly entered the bedroom and snuck out of it into the hallway. She made her way downstairs to retrieve a small bag from her hiding place. A short ten minutes later, she lay down on the couch in the living room, with her hands clasped on her stomach, just blankly staring at the ceiling. 

Not much later, Stevie went over to the phone, knowing it was late, she still dialed Lindsey's house number. She had to wait a bit until he picked up, which actually surprised he. He had to know it was her. 

"Yeah?" Came his sleepy voice.

"It's me."

"I know, Stevie. Who else would be calling me at... four in the morning." He finished, taking a glance at his wrist watch, which he left on the nightstand by the bed before he went to sleep.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry and I love you, I do."

A sigh passed through his lips, as Lindsey sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Stop it Stevie, please. I'm not changing my mind. I told you, it's all over. I have to move on."

"Don't you love me too?" She asked, ignoring what he said.

"It doesn't make any difference."

"Don't you?" She pressed for him to voice it out loud.

"Of course, I love you, but besides that, there's nothing left between us. We cause each other too much pain. We're... we're poisonous to each other."

"How can you say that there's no-" Stevie raised her voice, but Lindsey quickly cut her off.

"You have to accept the reality. I'm sure that in the long run, this decision that I've made, will be good for both of us."

"But, Linds-"

"No. Goodnight, Stevie." He said and hung up.

Stevie stared at the receiver, once she pulled it away from her ear, before slamming it down. Accept the reality? That was the farthest thing from what she wanted to do. How could she accept her life without Lindsey being in it? 

Standing up, she straight away returned to the small beautiful antique box on the fireplace mantel (it was too obvious for Kim to look there) and finished off its content.

Some time later, Kim descended the stairs, going to the kitchen for a glass of water. Having quenched his thirst, he put the empty glass down by the sink and turned to go back to the bedroom. However, something caught his eye. Stevie's arm to be exact. Frowning, he entered the living room and saw her on the floor, out cold. 

Getting down on his knees, Kim tried to shake her awake to no avail. Tapping her lightly on the cheek, Kim urged her to come back. "Come on." Feeling for her pulse, he found it to be extremely slow. "You stupid stupid woman..."

Jumping to his feet, Kim called the ambulance.