Gilbert sat quietly on Lizzy’s couch. A game over screen flashed before him, but he made no move to continue. Lizzy would be home any minute and he saw no point in starting a new game. He leaned back on the couch, stretching out, before getting up and putting the controller by the TV.
He flopped back down on the couch to wait, but a noise at the door caught his attention and he disappeared in a blink.A heavy sounded from her as she got out of her car, methodically shutting the door, keys jingling in her limp hands. Elizaveta blinked slowly a few times, just standing there in a sort of daze before moving towards her house, feet dragging. Work hadn’t even been exhausting. She was plagued by other things…
With a dark, anxious sigh, she fumbled with the lock before slowly opening her front door, stepping inside. Immediately the bag slung over her shoulder hit the floor, and her shoes weren’t far behind. It was then that she strode over to her living room, welcomed by none other than her TV on, and Xbox humming with life as the screen flashed with bright red font, showing nothing other than “Game Over”. She furrowed her brow, irked. It seemed things just liked to turn on in her house and move every now and again… It had been that way only a few weeks after-…
Her green eyes shadowed to the memory as she went and turned the game off, the TV too. She was used to these anomalies by now, despite their weirdness.
With a disgruntled huff, she sauntered over to the couch before lounging down on it, finding it odd that the cushions seemed sunk in, and warm. She had been gone all day, so how could this be? Had someone visited? The only person who had a pair of keys to her house was Roderich, and he barely stopped by anymore…
Gilbert watched as Lizzy went through her normal after-work routine. The light in her eyes seemed to dim a bit more each day. She was practically a zombie now with how she shuffled through life.
He followed her movements and when she went to sit down, he moved over so she could have his spot. He slung an arm around her shoulder even though he knew she wouldn’t feel it. It made him feel better to at least try to comfort her. He’d already caused enough shit for her in his life, so now he was doing his best to make it up to her.
“How was work, Lizzy?” It was pointless to say, he knew she couldn’t hear him. But it was comforting to go through their old routine.It was then that the pressure of her problems seemed to drape itself across her shoulders. She felt her chest tighten. Her lips drew in as she tried to keep control of herself, but she knew it was already too late. A small tear rolled down her cheek as she let out a small, sobbing gasp, hands finding their way over her face and heart as it wrenched with pain.
So many thoughts ran through her head that the poor woman barely could sort them out before more emotions rushed over her. Why did they have to die? Why did he have to die? Why must it hurt so much? It wasn’t fair.
The urge to just throw the nearest object (the remote of course) at the wall was tempting and great, but she just couldn’t find the energy to do it. Rather, she drew her knees to her chest and curled into a huddled ball on the couch, shaking and rocking.
“Ah shit shit shit! Lizzy no no don’t start crying” Gilbert proceeded to freak out. He was always bad at comforting crying people, especially crying women. Being dead didn’t help all that much either.
He tried rubbing her back, but it seemed not to help much. Gilbert sat there in worry till an idea struck him. He got up and walked over to turn the stereo on, setting it to a certain song before returning to the couch, hoping it might cheer her up in the slightest.
Her head poked up, hair strewn in her face as she stared incredulously at the music-producing device. First off, how did it turn on (okay, the remote was close, but not THAT close…) and second… The smooth chords of an old, melodious song made her eyebrow quirk with slight bewilderment and faint nostalgia. This song…
A soft smirk appeared on her face as she rested her chin to her knees, sighing and chuckling to herself. It wasn’t even that great of a song. Tacky, even. But Gilbert always found it amusing, and they’d even danced to it a few times…
Elizaveta rolled her eyes and scoffed before running a hand through her hair to clear it away from her face. “My electronics are really attuned to you, apparently…” she mumbled aloud to herself, glancing from the radio to the TV and Xbox.
