Fighting the realities.

So they fought and fought and fought all day.

It all started because of a meaningless argument which turned into a big exhibition of anger, frustation and annoyance. She hated the fact that he was almost never serious. He loved the fact that he could make her smile almost in any situation because of that one quality. While almost always, he worked himself out of trouble because of his wit and charm, he knew this time he wasn't getting off so easy. This time, he fought back instead of just holding it in. This time things didn't remain so pretty. So a couple of things were thrown by her which narrowly missed him while he stood there still. He growled back while she screamed.

"WHY DON'T YOU EVER GROW UP? WHEN WILL YOU GET SERIOUS?"

"WHEN WILL YOU GROW UP AND ACCEPT THE REALITY?"

Probably never, he said to himself. Instead he lost himself there and left the home. He took the keys and drove away without looking back once. It was a first. For the first time, he didn't see if she was crying or if she was sad, he just drove and drove. With a drink in his left hand and the steering wheel in the right, he drove with calmness and silence accompanied him perfectly. While this was the impeccable shot to realize what went wrong, to calm the storm inside him and to make things good again, which deep down he knew he would. When he finally returned home after midnight, he parked the car and snuck in as quiet as possible. He went straight to their room and there she was, curled up in the blanket with that angry bird expression on which usually came on right after she shed some tears upon. God, she looked beautiful. He smiled right then and it enraged her more. Her face turned to crimson. He took slow steps towards her on the bed acting to be a little scared from her rage. He sat on the edge of the bed and called her name. She didn't look at him. He came closer and held her hand. She pulled her hand back while he came closer. Then it came, BAM! She slapped him. She slapped him lightly and started throwing jabs at her in a cute way, like kids beat. 

"I hate you so much."
"I know."

While there was no ceasing to her tears, he took her in his arms and held her tight. Her eyes were red-rimmed. He turned off the lights, kept her in his arms and made her sleep.

Around this time, something disturbed him. He was being shaken by something. When he opened his eyes, his sister was shaking him.

"Why did you doze off all of a sudden during the afternoon?"

He stared wide-eyed. Wondering what just happened, he tried to focus. It was all a dream, a beautiful, happy dream. Facing the reality, he realized that she's still a thousand miles away, sitting in the corner of her room, in loneliness, with moist eyes and a broken heart. How things could have been so different if she was with him, in the same room, but the World is cruel and it can't see two people so happy.