As Fred sat, holding Brahms in her arms, she stared at his fur. The black and white coloring spotted over him, giving space to each other and blending in certain spots. It was a masterpiece of compromise. The black covered some of him, while the white covered the rest. Together the colors made a beautiful pattern over the cat's body. Two very different colors compromising in order to fill the same space.
If nature could compromise to give Brahms his coloring, why couldn't she compromise with Rupert and vice versa.
True, they had never discussed the future. There were no talks about children or houses or marriage. Deep down, Fred knew she would never get those things from Rupert. She knew from the moment she stepped foot into the penthouse and he claimed her as his own. Yet, it didn't stop the pain she was feeling; the ache of knowing she would have to leave the only man she had ever really loved if she wanted the things she dreamt of.
Turning her head, Fred looked at Rupert for a long moment before turning her attention back to Brahms fur. "The thought has always been there. I've thought about it so many times over the past months. But they were just thoughts... things to occupy myself with as I sat in the office with nothing to do. But now..." She thickly swallowed as a rush of emotions flooded her body. "I've seen what I can't have and it's hard. I grew up with the notion I'd marry someday and have children."
She turned her head to look at him again, tears shining in her eyes. "Why do I have to leave? Why can't you compromise for once in your life? I love you so much and it'll kill me if I leave. Why can't you just allow someone else in your life to have control sometimes? Everyone around you has to fall into line with what you want, Rupert!" Fred said. She blinked her eyes and tears slipped down her cheeks. "We can't go back to the way we were. We can try but this is always going to be there. The only options I see is either you compromise a little or I leave."