There is pain, suddenly, sharp and fleeting: her hand connects with his cheek, and the silence that follows the resounding slap is thick and tangible.
Apologies come rushing forth, practiced and familiar, and a hand comes up to cup reddened skin, thumb brushing away the lingering sting.
His eyes, shiny with the tears he refuses to shed, are hard as he pushes her away. There is confusion, and indignation, and it is her tears that are the first to escape.
It pains him to see her like this---then again, what truly hurts more? The answer is lost in a sea of thoughts, and he turns around, anger and sadness roiling in his mind like a furious storm as he walks away.
She will apologize again later, be it after a few hours or after a few days. Her apologies always come, and so do her promises never to hurt him again. He will accept them, and he will accept her, as he always does, yet deep in their hearts they know that promises made are never kept and always broken.
They love each other, or at least they try to convince themselves that they do. He knows what she is, and he knows that the worst monsters are those who don't know they are one.
Oh jeez, I guess this is my first legit piece after a long period of unproductivity. Comments and reviews are immensely welcome: the more critical, the better. :D