Theme(s): #22. Once upon a time... (~you are never here for once)
Pairing/Characters: Wyatt & Bianca
Disclaimer: Belongs to Spelling Entertainment and all other associated people. I do however claim half of Bianca since they never fully developed her.
Word Count: 699
Written For: 30_angsts
Wyatt sat in the growing darkness, watching the light flicker on the candle before him as the flame coursed down the wick, leaving little but a puddle of wax around the base, a cemented form inside the glass holder. His hands clasped, his elbows perched on the table he lowered his chin onto his intertwined fingers. Waiting. Watching.
The silence deepened as the night grew long. Every little sound heightened in his ears – the creak of the floor upstairs as their neighbours settled in for the night, an argument down the hall about somebody picking up the wrong thing, the soft rustle of the wind outside as it brushed across the window pane and rattled the glass every so often. He let out an impatient breath, one everlasting sigh. Nobody knew how low he felt. Nobody could understand the rejection. At least in his mind, he was alone; just like in body.
The smell was all but gone, just leaving the burning. The heat had faded, leaving everything in pale coldness. The light had dissipated, leaving only the shadows from the wavering flame to dance across the furniture and the saddened face of a disappointed man.
Slowly the door opened and he lifted his eyes. There was no point in speaking. There was no point in addressing her arrival. There was no point explaining what she had obviously forgotten.
Bianca closed the door quietly behind her, turning around and stopping with surprise when she saw him. The little jump of shock showed the level of her guilt. No, she had not forgotten, she just had not cared.
“Oh, Wyatt. I didn’t expect you to be up,” she said.
“No,” he responded.
“No what?” she asked, walking closer to him, not understanding if it was a remark of slight or something more.
“No I wasn’t waiting for you to come home. No I didn’t go ahead with what we’d planned. No I don’t care that you are never here for once.”
Bianca frowned and looked at the table. She saw the dimming light of the candle that had burned almost entirely away. She saw the dishes decorated with food which would surely have grown cold my now. She saw the tall glasses filled with alcohol that no longer frothed or bubbled.
“I’m sorry. I got caught up,” she apologised.
“You’re over two hours late,” Wyatt said. He moved his hands and looked down at his watch. “No, make that closer to six. I guess time gets away from you when you sit here staring blankly at the door.”
“I was coming,” she insisted.
“Coming for what? A cold dinner? To see the disconsolate look on my face? Perhaps you would have preferred the candle to burn down so far that it would set the entire place on fire instead.”
“That’s not fair,” she said, throwing her bag down into the chair. “I didn’t tell you to do all this.”
“Of course not. Because it would be too considerate for you to arrive on time or even call to let me know there was a delay.”
“What am I supposed to do? I can’t carry a cell phone around.”
Wyatt lowered his hands to the table. “Bianca, this isn’t the first time this has happened. What am I supposed to think? You obviously don’t want to spend any time here with me. In fact I wonder what exactly it is you’re working for, or whether you’re working at all. Maybe you’re just out there giving yourself away.”
Bianca bit her lip and stared at him. The comment was hurtful, but surely she deserved it. She’d paid him little to no attention over the past few months. Wyatt moved his chair back and stood, roughly grabbing the dishes and turning away from her, making a show of throwing everything away. The cutlery clattered noisily against the porcelain as his anger forced him to slap down harder on the surface than he needed to, ensuring everything came off the plate.
She looked at him with sorrowful eyes. “Can I make it up to you?”
“No,” he answered shortly. “Last time, Bianca. Last time. Then that’s it. I’m not giving you any more chances.”