Closed; The Breaking Point

[lavender_x]

Lavender was absolutely frantic all day, running around like a complete crazy person trying to get everything ready before Roger was due home that afternoon. There was a wide smile spread over her lips as she worked in the kitchen, happy to have something to do because there was no way that she would be able to sit still. Within the hour the entire

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[rkdavies]

Practice had gone about the same as usual, though probably a little shorter. They were working out a few new maneuvers and seemed to just gel all day. That was going to go well for them at their next match.

He'd missed having Lavender there, though. She wasn't coming to all the practices anymore, but she was still there more often than not by the end. Roger was way too spoiled from it.

When he came home, in a really good mood when he'd been up so early, Roger was getting ready to hear about whatever Lavender had been doing all day.

"Hey!" He called, closing the door behind him. As h turned back around, he realized it looked like streamers had exploded throughout the living room, and it smelled of cake and goodness. "Are we having a - " Except then he took in the rest of the room. Most notably, Lavender curled up on the sofa looking miserable.

"Merlin, are you okay?" He was across the room in an instant.

[lavender_x]

Time had completely passed her by as she lost herself in the sobs, crying until her eyes burned and her stomach hurt. Just when she thought that she had nothing left another wave would hit her and she'd be a bawling mess all over again.

When Roger finally did come home, maybe five minutes after the article or an hour she didn't know, Lavender looked up at him with glassy eyes and stained cheeks. That stupid smile hit her like a slap in the face and she hated how adorable he looked.

"Don't-" she started, wiping at her face now with her newly bare left hand as she tried to catch her breath.

Lavender actually managed to herself to her feet and backed away from him.

"You're fucking ridiculous."

[rkdavies]

"What?" There were very few times Lavender had jumped away from him like that. None of those times seemed even remotely related to anything they'd been going through lately.

Roger's eyes were narrowed in confusion as he watched her. It took a moment too long for him to put any pieces together - which did next to nothing to give him any context for why she looked so devastated. She was crying, her ring was missing, he was apparently ridiculous. These things wouldn't connect for him.

"Usually you like when I'm ridiculous." She never sounded like that when she called him such, though. "Where's your ring?"

[lavender_x]

The first time around Lavender thought it was harder not seeing his face, not being able to tell exactly how she felt. Now though, she wished she had made it out of the flat because this- his face, the way he was looking at her like that, well, it was crushing.

Her mouth had gone completely dry, a lump growing in her throat and her words were trapped.

Instead of telling him, Lavender pointed to the coffee table towards her rings and the magazine article. She fell back against the wall and pressed hands to her chest as if that would keep her heart from falling out right there on the living room floor.