Who: David (narrative) What: Goodbyes When: Backdated Where: His room
It happened in more of a flash. Things like this happened that way he supposed. The night before had been something 'normal' for him. Open the windows. Open the bathroom door. Open the closet door. Turn on the lights. Being stuck in the dark had always made him terrified that the door would stay locked. There was a part of him that wished that he could fall asleep easier than he did. Always thinking he could turn over in bed and see Juliet, feel the warmth of someone in the bed with him. Pretend for a moment that things were normal. Shared whispers and laughter that would echo off the walls and they would be happy again. He would be happy again.
David was sure there was something wrong with him in a sense. Even now, when he had been around Juliet he felt like he was being fake. He mustered a smile on his face. He forced it forward to make it seem like he was the person he was before. It made his heartache. David thought there was something wrong with him. There had to be something wrong with him if he couldn't be happy. If he could feel the anxiety of the situation build up that he should be happy. David wanted to feel again. The way he used to. He was a good man. He wasn't an agent, he wasn't a killer. He was a high school science teacher. He was someone people used to go to for help.
He needed help.
What he woke up to was the matching wedding ring on his nightstand. Nothing following but a note that he wasn't even sure that he bothered in reading. He had tunnel vision. The only thing that had kept him going for years was being able to see Jules again. To feel more human again. When he figured out his bearings again, the nightstand was in pieces. The tiny gold ring that had bound him as husband was practically nothing in the palm of his hand. Scrap metal. Even then...David didn't really feel anything. He was waiting for it to come. But he didn't feel anything. David laid back down in bed, keeping the light on as he stared up at the ceiling.