The Peaches that Fell

The Peaches that Fell

Chapter 3

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The sound of rain pelted down on Russel the rugby player's head. It wasn't all that disturbingly loud, but it was bugging him, because owing to some odd hyperacuity afflicting his ears, it sounded all too not unlike a dog chomping and licking itself, a sound that had always driven him frighteningly bonkers. Why had he even gone on this dratted walk in the first place? He'd known it was raining, and he'd known beforehand of his hyperacusis condition, known of his rain phonophobia. Closure not yet fully achieved will do not-so-funny things to your not-so-clarity. Plus, his first mistake was stepping out on the balcony in the rain in the first place. One reason the sound was so annoying was that it disrupted his thought process. He couldn't hold on to a single image but the sound would shatter it. He couldn't read a book, but he would have to re-read the same damn line over and over again, because of the sound's effects. He had felt like walking in the rain, because he had felt a mild sadness at the end of something that had been good, despite that it was no longer and had been no longer, without either of them consciously realizing it, for quite some time., and he had determined that by damn he would walk in the rain, his phonophobia not withstanding. Not the least of their problems had, in fact, been his hypersensitivity to certain sounds, which prevented them from eating and sleeping together, for example; and perhaps that was another reason he had decided to task his willpower and go out walking in the rain. Had it remained raining at the steady but light rate, he might have been able to tough it out. But once he had gotten out in the rain, it had begun to rain harder, and soon in the chaotic, discontiguous mind-state of the rain-driven insanity, he had gotten lost, and who knows what else. Grandpa Monkey
Elizabeth sank to the floor of her bedroom, phone gripped in her hand. She had done this. It was her fault. She had left him and now he was in the hospital and it was all her fault. She should have known of his unstability, they had been together for a year and a half, for goodness sake. You'd think in all that time she would have seen it. Well, it couldn't be helped now. He was there and he wasn't getting out any time soon she was told. He'd been fired when he missed work for the third day in a row. Apparently he hadn't done anything in the three days they'd been appart except go to his psychiatrist. She knew she'd have to go see him. She dreaded it. Did he hate her now? There had been reason's for their separation of course. That too had been her fault. But really, when she slept with his bestfirend neither one of them had thought about him. They were drunk and, well, it just happened. She'd never meant to hurt him though. She cared for him, but from the moment she had been with the other man, she had known she couldn't go back. There was so much more than Russel Lowel could offer. His friend, Jon, had more money, a better job, and was a lot better in bed too. She couldn't go back to just mediocre, not after she'd had him. Jon. She loved his name, she loved to picture him in her mind, she loved to just listen to his voice, she loved the feel of him against her, she loved everything about him. That's not to say that she stopped loving Russel imediately, she still loved him, but it wasn't the same. That was why she'd had to break it off with him. And now look. She'd known he had been devastated, you could see that by looking in his eyes, but she hadn't known it would come to this. And now she had to go to him, there was no way out of it. But oh how she dreaded it. Natia
How could she face him. It was almost funny how much better Jon was. How she wished she could see him. All she could think about was Jon. Being with him. No she had to stop thinking that way. She was going to go visit Russel. Make things right again....Jon...."No stop it" she thought to herself. anonymous
Jon was no longer with her. He had a new girl, one who would give him everything he wanted, even the kinky stuff. Pooh


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