Orte – Vor Gericht (Für's Team)
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120_minutenTitel: A Lifetime
Team: Machine
Challenge: Orte – Vor Gericht (Für's Team)
Fandom: Narcos
Charactere: Horacio Carrillo, Juliana Carrillo
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 700
Kommentar: Die Erkenntnis zu diesem Prompt kam wirklich in letzter Minute…
She still looks beautiful.
A Lifetime
She still looks beautiful.
The past 20 years have added some lines to her face, around her eyes and next to the corners of her mouth. She wears her hair differently now, cut above the shoulder instead of the long curls of her youth. Her make-up is a bit more subtle, her clothes a bit more reasonable.
But she’s still beautiful.
Her red hair is neatly coifed and shining in the light of the ceiling lamp. There’s a necklace of pearls sitting around her slim neck right above her collar bones that he gifted her on a past anniversary, or maybe a birthday, he can’t seem to remember. She’s wearing a black dress that ends just below her knees. It seems more than appropriate for the occasion.
There’s a pale line on the finger of her left hand where her ring used to be.
“Señor Carrillo.”
Pulled out of his thoughts, he accepts the papers the woman behind her desk is handing him, flipping through them quickly to find the places where he needs to sign.
“You should read them first.”
When he looks up her face is soft, gentle. It’s almost more than he can bear.
“I trust you.”
Her stricken expression gives him no satisfaction.
He puts the papers down on the desk to add his signature and clenches his jaw when the pen won’t work. It’s almost the straw that breaks the camel’s back, but he takes deep breaths through his nose and accepts a new one. His hand moves automatically to put his name at the bottom of the pages in what seems to be an endless task.
In front of his inner eye, he can see the evening that started this last chapter of their lives like it was yesterday. He had come back from work, late, as had been usual in these past months. He had been tired and frustrated, smelling like smoke and the whiskey he kept in his desk, and feeling guilty of the negligence of his family.
The children had been asleep already, but he had known something was wrong when he hadn’t found her in the living room or the kitchen. Instead, she was awaiting him sitting on the edge of their marital bed. She had been crying, her make up was smudged around her eyes, but she was collected now. He had stopped in the doorway, an inexplicable feeling of dread settling in his stomach.
“I can’t do this anymore, Horacio.”
He didn’t argue. He didn’t apologize, or explain, or even beg. He could taste the urge for it at the back of his tongue like something bitter, but really, what was there left to say?
Finally he managed to step into the room and sit down next to her. “Lo siento”, he had said. “Lo siento, mi amor.”
And when they had hugged, it had felt like the last time.
He is ripped out of his memories when he turns the last page and there is nothing left to sign. He stares numbly at the documents for a moment before handing them back.
The judge checks them over to ensure he didn’t miss a page, before clearing her throat and saying: “Señor and Señora Carrillo, I declare this marriage to be dissolved. All details pertaining the separation of property can be found in these documents you just signed. As agreed upon, full time guardianship of the three children has been assigned to Señora Carrillo with visitation rights for Señor Carrillo, the details of which will be hashed out by the two parties in private. Señora Carrillo, I would like to inform you that you have the right to return to your maiden name, if you so wish…”
The rest of the speech goes by in a blur. He only seems to wake up again when they’re standing outside of her office and the door closes behind them. Juliana is dabbing the corner of one eye with her handkerchief. He’s hanging on to his own composure by a thread.
He had been wrong before: This is most likely the last hug they will share. She feels small in his arms, but he would give everything for an ounce of her strength.
Afterwards he can’t say how long they had been standing like this, only that it’s the hardest thing in the world to pull apart again. He watches as she sorts out her hair with those movements that are so familiar while he just stands there and wishes for time to stop, or even better for the chance to go back. But would he make different choices a second time around? Deep inside he knows he wouldn’t.
“Lo siento, mi amor”, she says softly, before turning around.
When he walks away, he pulls the ring off his finger and puts it into the breast pocket of his shirt.
It feels like it weighs a lifetime.
Team: Machine
Challenge: Orte – Vor Gericht (Für's Team)
Fandom: Narcos
Charactere: Horacio Carrillo, Juliana Carrillo
Sprache: Englisch
Wörter: 700
Kommentar: Die Erkenntnis zu diesem Prompt kam wirklich in letzter Minute…
She still looks beautiful.
A Lifetime
She still looks beautiful.
The past 20 years have added some lines to her face, around her eyes and next to the corners of her mouth. She wears her hair differently now, cut above the shoulder instead of the long curls of her youth. Her make-up is a bit more subtle, her clothes a bit more reasonable.
But she’s still beautiful.
Her red hair is neatly coifed and shining in the light of the ceiling lamp. There’s a necklace of pearls sitting around her slim neck right above her collar bones that he gifted her on a past anniversary, or maybe a birthday, he can’t seem to remember. She’s wearing a black dress that ends just below her knees. It seems more than appropriate for the occasion.
There’s a pale line on the finger of her left hand where her ring used to be.
“Señor Carrillo.”
Pulled out of his thoughts, he accepts the papers the woman behind her desk is handing him, flipping through them quickly to find the places where he needs to sign.
“You should read them first.”
When he looks up her face is soft, gentle. It’s almost more than he can bear.
“I trust you.”
Her stricken expression gives him no satisfaction.
He puts the papers down on the desk to add his signature and clenches his jaw when the pen won’t work. It’s almost the straw that breaks the camel’s back, but he takes deep breaths through his nose and accepts a new one. His hand moves automatically to put his name at the bottom of the pages in what seems to be an endless task.
In front of his inner eye, he can see the evening that started this last chapter of their lives like it was yesterday. He had come back from work, late, as had been usual in these past months. He had been tired and frustrated, smelling like smoke and the whiskey he kept in his desk, and feeling guilty of the negligence of his family.
The children had been asleep already, but he had known something was wrong when he hadn’t found her in the living room or the kitchen. Instead, she was awaiting him sitting on the edge of their marital bed. She had been crying, her make up was smudged around her eyes, but she was collected now. He had stopped in the doorway, an inexplicable feeling of dread settling in his stomach.
“I can’t do this anymore, Horacio.”
He didn’t argue. He didn’t apologize, or explain, or even beg. He could taste the urge for it at the back of his tongue like something bitter, but really, what was there left to say?
Finally he managed to step into the room and sit down next to her. “Lo siento”, he had said. “Lo siento, mi amor.”
And when they had hugged, it had felt like the last time.
He is ripped out of his memories when he turns the last page and there is nothing left to sign. He stares numbly at the documents for a moment before handing them back.
The judge checks them over to ensure he didn’t miss a page, before clearing her throat and saying: “Señor and Señora Carrillo, I declare this marriage to be dissolved. All details pertaining the separation of property can be found in these documents you just signed. As agreed upon, full time guardianship of the three children has been assigned to Señora Carrillo with visitation rights for Señor Carrillo, the details of which will be hashed out by the two parties in private. Señora Carrillo, I would like to inform you that you have the right to return to your maiden name, if you so wish…”
The rest of the speech goes by in a blur. He only seems to wake up again when they’re standing outside of her office and the door closes behind them. Juliana is dabbing the corner of one eye with her handkerchief. He’s hanging on to his own composure by a thread.
He had been wrong before: This is most likely the last hug they will share. She feels small in his arms, but he would give everything for an ounce of her strength.
Afterwards he can’t say how long they had been standing like this, only that it’s the hardest thing in the world to pull apart again. He watches as she sorts out her hair with those movements that are so familiar while he just stands there and wishes for time to stop, or even better for the chance to go back. But would he make different choices a second time around? Deep inside he knows he wouldn’t.
“Lo siento, mi amor”, she says softly, before turning around.
When he walks away, he pulls the ring off his finger and puts it into the breast pocket of his shirt.
It feels like it weighs a lifetime.
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Date: 2023-10-03 09:15 pm (UTC)Ich meine: Ja, das kann sicher nicht gesund sein und es ist gut für sie, aber... ach menno. :(
when he turns the last page and there is nothing left to sign
ist aber auch einfach ne schöner Moment/Satz... nen schönes Bild? Du weißt was ich meine.
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Date: 2023-10-04 06:50 pm (UTC)Sorryyy. (Aber danke. <3)