|Just For Tonight
Author: KiyoshiTanaka PM
A short conversation between Darcy and Mack, a conversation whose roots are in Mack's feelings: who does he love more, Darcy or his wife? m/mRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Family - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,362 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-10-12 - Published: 09-13-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2952160
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Well, this edition or whatever of 'Just For Tonight' is for Enchantedflame, for being the only person to review the last time. I decided to take your advice and add a new chapter, since I'm stuck on 366 Days, Abomination and The Calm After the Storm. Thanks all—Kiyoshi'sGirl64 and Kiyoshi
Seven years later…
"Mack, I can't take this anymore."
"Mack, I'm serious. I love you, so much. But I can't take this anymore. We've been doing this for eight years. Eight years, Mack."
"You think I don't know that? You think I don't wish it could be just the two of us, all the time, for the rest of our lives? You don't think I want that, Darcy? If I could, I'd leave Sarah. But I can't. I've got my little girls to think of, Darcy. Janie and Liana. If it weren't for them, I'd leave. But Janie's six, Darcy. Liana is four. How could I do that to them? Let them grow up with divorced parents because their daddy decided he'd rather be with another man? How the hell do you think a kid's supposed to handle that, Darcy?"
"Another man? Is that what I am to you? Another man?"
"Darce, I didn't mean—"
"Mack, will you stop? Sure, it might screw your girls up a little to go through a divorce, to learn their father likes fucking guys. But you know what? How much would it screw them up to have Sarah figure this all out? That divorce would be messier, Mack, more drawn out. How would it feel for them to grow up in a home where their parents are obviously unhappy? I've seen you and Sarah together, Mack! You can't keep your eyes off me, and she fucking knows it! She doesn't have any proof, so she doesn't want to insult you by accusing you of it. But she suspects, I know she does. You know she does too, you just won't admit it!"
"Shut up! Don't you fucking see, Mack? You think you're protecting them, but you're not. You're hurting them. When Sarah does find proof? What then? And how will your daughters feel if they grow up in a home where their parents are obviously unhappy together? What will that teach them about relationships?"
"Darcy, shut up! You don't have any idea what the hell you're talking about!"
"Yes, Mack, I do! You're hurting everyone, including yourself! You're going to hurt your girls, no matter how you play it, if you try to stay with Sarah. You're hurting Sarah all the time because she sees you don't love her. You're hurting yourself because I know you aren't happy."
There is a long silence. Then Darcy's voice returns, much quieter and less angry than before.
"You're hurting me, Mack, every day. You realize that when this started eight years ago, you gave me an equal amount of time? You spent half your time with me, half the time with your girlfriend. I thought you'd see. But you didn't. You married her. You knew that wasn't what you wanted, but you did it anyway. And over the years, the time you've spent with me has gotten to be less and less and less. It used to be I got to see you every week, Mack. Do you know how long it's been since we were last together?"
Mack is silent, unwilling to answer the question. So Darcy answers for him, his tirade picking up once again.
"Six weeks, Mack. Six fucking weeks. I love you, Mack, but I can't keep sharing you. And when this divorce between you and Sarah comes through… if you don't set about it soon, you'll be going through it by yourself. If you don't leave her soon, I won't be there."
"Mack, you're still being a fucking coward. Is that how you want to spend the rest of your life? In the closet, too afraid to be yourself? Or is it me you're ashamed of? Huh? What is it? Who are you going to be with, Mack? You say you love me, but do you? Do you really love any of us?"
Once again, Mack doesn't answer. There are some sounds of movement. Darcy's horrified voice echoes through the room.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm going home, Darcy."
There is another long silence. Then Darcy's voice, filled with hurt.
"So that's how it is."
"Yes, Darcy. Leave your door unlocked."
"Why would I do that?"
"Sarah's probably going to kick me out tonight. I'm going to need someplace to stay."
"You're right, Darcy. I'm hurting everyone. The girls… it's better for them if they grow up in a home where their parents don't hate each other. Sarah… I do love her, Darcy, but as a friend, not a lover. She deserves to have someone to love her. And most importantly… you. I'm so sorry for these past eight years, Darcy."
"You mean it? You'll divorce her?"
"Yes, Darcy. I'll divorce her. Hell, I'll tell my parents and the rest of my family. If you want me to, I'll go up to the news station tomorrow morning and announce it on live TV. All I know is that, no matter what it costs me, I cannot lose you."
There is silence, slightly interrupted by Darcy's occasional moan.
"Leave your door unlocked, Darcy. Just for tonight."