I'm never gonna dance again,
Cause guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.

I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
And waste a chance that I'd been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you...

He sat alone in his living room, slouched on the couch, one hand tangled in his own hair, the other resting on the remote control. He lost track of how long he'd been sitting there, staring blankly at the evening news. Nothing was registering in his own mind, nothing except the sound of the door slamming shut as she walked out of his life forever.
"It's better this way, Travis." she'd said to him, standing in the living room, holding her small suitcase in her soft, tiny hand. "This way you don't have to lie about loving me anymore." He hadn't moved, didn't make any indication that he'd heard her at all. He heard her swallow, take several deep breaths. "Will you at least look at me?" she whispered, the tears leaking into her voice. He still didn't move. He didn't want to see the pain he'd caused her. She took one last deep breath.
"Goodbye, Travis." And with that, she walked out of his life, slamming the door behind her.

He hadn't moved since he'd let her go. He didn't see the need. Why did he let her get away? How could he let himself get caught up in that moment, get caught up in that lie? He should have never cheated on Anna. Should have never let her walk away. He stood up suddenly from the couch, his knees buckling in pain. Gingerly, he walked around the couch twice, letting the feeling return to his legs before heading to the door. He hoped it hadn't been as long as he'd feared. Maybe she was waiting there for him, just outside the door. He took a deep breath and opened the door, peering outside.

I feel so unsure
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies, something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen and all those sad goodbyes

Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
And there's no comfort in the truth
Pain is all you'll find

She was long gone, as he had feared. He swore before going inside, slamming the door shut behind him. He'd lied to her, lied about everything. He should have never started that affair, and more importantly, he should have kept his mouth shut. He growled low in his throat; he wanted her back. Travis sighed, letting the pain settle in his chest. She wasn't coming back. He was certain of that.

Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose the crowd
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say

We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now who's gonna dance with me?
Please stay

Travis stood in that doorway, tears falling down his face. He'd cheated on Anna. Slept with some two cent whore, and then lied about it. Lied to her for months and months. Now Anna was gone. He sobbed openly, the pain all consuming. How could he hope to go on without her? Anna was his whole world, his life. How could he live without her?

He couldn't.

Travis swallowed the pain, swallowed his sorrow and his heartache, and took a deep breath. Yes, Anna was gone. Yes, the pain was unbearable. But he wouldn't have to endure it long. He marched his way into his bedroom, knocking over the picture of him and Anna that was hanging on the wall. He heard it shatter behind him, but didn't care. He'd make her regret leaving him. Make her regret not forgiving him. And he'd make himself regret pushing her to that point. He'd do it all. With a sound that was a mix of a groan and a scream he found his gun, stashed in his closet behind his coats. He pulled it out with a satisfied grunt, and went into the bathrom, smiling darkly to himself. He turned on the tap and held the bathroom glass under it, filling it up halfway, more than enough. Taking a small sip of the copper tasting water, he took out his phone and dialed a familiar number.

"This is all your fault." he told her. Before she could answer, he whispered. "I'm so sorry. I love you." He could hear her talking to him as he put the phone down on the bathroom counter, but he didn't care. She was done, and so was he. Taking one last drink of the water he held it in his mouth as he picked back up his gun. He stared at the phone as he turned the safetly off. He could hear Anna screaming, and it made him smile slightly. He was glad she knew. Without taking his eyes off the phone, he jammed the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. He heard Anna scream one last time as he fell backwards, hitting the bathtub with a sickening crash. Then his world went black.

I'm never gonna dance again,
Cause guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend,
I know you're not a fool.

I should have known better than to cheat a friend,
And waste a chance that I'd been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again,
The way I danced with you...

NOTE: So this is a little darker, but I can't get this stupid song out of my head. The song is by Seether, it's called Careless Whisper. Beautiful song, but it's dark, and so I thought it fit being in a dark story. Let me know what you think.

SF