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[13-August-2022][BoJack Horseman] Silence
Title: Silence
Date/Prompt: "900 kisses all dried into rust"/08-13-22
Fandom: BoJack Horseman
Character: Diane/Mr. Peanutbutter
Ratings/Warning: N/A, wc 345
The silence never goes away.
Waking up to an empty bed stopped bothering her along ago. Diane's a busy body, and her ex-husband was too; that was just L.A. Half the time, they couldn't get a night a week to even cuddle.
People say the hardest part of divorce is waking up alone. She loves to hate, but calling that corny feels corny. Really, though, some other lady quoted philosophical in a pristine, green-washed cafe, "The hardest part of marriage was waking up and realizing this isn't the person you can spend the rest of your life with." and that was more her speed.
She hates the painted, romanticized portrait of breakups. It's nothing like the movies; it's hard, and burns, and that's it.
Divorce, separation, the legal dissolution of a marriage by a court or other competent body, the legal dissolution of connections— one way or another, the paper's on the desk says her marriage is over. It's over due to their collective faults, and it will never be fixed again. Marriage is hard, and divorce is harder, and it isn't hard to wake up alone.
She likes waking up alone, sometimes. Nobody's crashing into her house in the middle of the night, but there aren't any 1 AM taco joints to slam the pedal heading to anymore, are there?
There's loss, but it's expected. There's loss of the liveliness, loss of the light, and the loss of the noise he brought to their home.
It's hard to handle the thoughts alone when all she is is alone; Mr. Peanutbutter isn't there, they aren't betrothed, and her thoughts, the little festering ones she murmurs as she writes and whatnot, aren't his anymore.
He doesn't fill the spaces of her mind with chatter, aimless and occupying, anymore, and he isn't listening to her ramble about the latest article to write, or even the fact that she got a kernel stuck in her teeth.
Diane reasons she could talk to herself. She does.
It's hard to talk to the silence when it doesn't talk to you.
Date/Prompt: "900 kisses all dried into rust"/08-13-22
Fandom: BoJack Horseman
Character: Diane/Mr. Peanutbutter
Ratings/Warning: N/A, wc 345
The silence never goes away.
Waking up to an empty bed stopped bothering her along ago. Diane's a busy body, and her ex-husband was too; that was just L.A. Half the time, they couldn't get a night a week to even cuddle.
People say the hardest part of divorce is waking up alone. She loves to hate, but calling that corny feels corny. Really, though, some other lady quoted philosophical in a pristine, green-washed cafe, "The hardest part of marriage was waking up and realizing this isn't the person you can spend the rest of your life with." and that was more her speed.
She hates the painted, romanticized portrait of breakups. It's nothing like the movies; it's hard, and burns, and that's it.
Divorce, separation, the legal dissolution of a marriage by a court or other competent body, the legal dissolution of connections— one way or another, the paper's on the desk says her marriage is over. It's over due to their collective faults, and it will never be fixed again. Marriage is hard, and divorce is harder, and it isn't hard to wake up alone.
She likes waking up alone, sometimes. Nobody's crashing into her house in the middle of the night, but there aren't any 1 AM taco joints to slam the pedal heading to anymore, are there?
There's loss, but it's expected. There's loss of the liveliness, loss of the light, and the loss of the noise he brought to their home.
It's hard to handle the thoughts alone when all she is is alone; Mr. Peanutbutter isn't there, they aren't betrothed, and her thoughts, the little festering ones she murmurs as she writes and whatnot, aren't his anymore.
He doesn't fill the spaces of her mind with chatter, aimless and occupying, anymore, and he isn't listening to her ramble about the latest article to write, or even the fact that she got a kernel stuck in her teeth.
Diane reasons she could talk to herself. She does.
It's hard to talk to the silence when it doesn't talk to you.