Music of My Heart

Go Your Own Way- Fleetwood Mac

Sitting cross legged on the couch twisting and twiddling with the silver ring on your finger, patiently waiting for Bucky to get home. Staring down at the floor for God knows how long, when suddenly you hear the door slowly open. Buckys slouched shoulders walk past the threshold and silently close the door behind him.
"Uh I think we need to talk." You spoke straightening your back resting your palms on your thighs, not looking towards him, eyes staying on the ground.
"How can I ever change things?" He questions sitting down in the arm chair seated across the room. "If I could, I'd give you my world. You know that."
"I uh- I think it would be best if we didn't do this anymore. You can go your own way" Tears begining to form in your lower lid, causing your surroundings to become slightly blurred.
"Go your own way?" He looks at you with raised eyebrows, "Tell me why everything turned around"
"If I could, I would. I truly would." You say trying not to let the damn break, slowly looking up at him.
"Everything's waiting for you" Not daring to look him in the eyes, you bring your shaken hand up to point at the boxes in the walk way to the room that you used to share. You sniffle, taking in a few deep breaths trying not to completely lose it.
"You can go your own way" He repeated, not taking his eyes from yours, with hot tears threatening to fall, reading your face, full of pain and sorrow.
"You can call it another lonely day." You said through tearful gasps. Each breath was harder than the last, and your eyes stung from old makeup. This was it. You can go your own way. You thought to yourself as you heard him walk towards his boxes and shuffle them closer to the door. He took the key off his key ring, pausing to take one last look at it before setting it on the table next to your keys. Bucky took one last look at you, hunched over face in your hands breathing unsteady. He took a deep breath and wiped away the tears that were now steadily falling from his face. Tightly grabbing the door knob, he pulled the door open stepping back out into a world that all of a sudden felt brand new. When the door closed and the sound of heavy footsteps could no longer be heard, you finally broke down sobbing until your head pounded. A string of sentences replaying over and over again in your head.
Go your own way
You can go your own way