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@ BadStreetBoys

Eleanor frowned a bit as he insisted that she stay, letting out a little sigh. "I know.. But it takes more than ordering a pizza and taking a nap to work through our problems, Thomas.. But I'll stay." She murmured, sitting back down in bed before settling under the blankets. She hated fighting with him, and hoped that it would end, because she just didn't have the strength to fight anymore.

@ katahdin
Thomas sighed. “I know that but I’m trying , Eleanor.” He countered as he moved off and into the kitchen. Thomas moved to a bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand down his face and let out a loud sigh. He didn’t know what to do. He made his way back into the bedroom.

@ BadStreetBoys

"I know that your trying. I just... I don't know how we can fix things when they've been so awful for so long." Eleanor sighed, settling herself underneath the blankets, as if it could help her feel better and safe. "I can't just pretend that nothing's wrong and that we don't hate each other, and just wait for things to get better on their own. I just.. I feel like I'm drowning or suffocating all the time, Thomas, and I just want to feel normal again."

@ katahdin
Thomas sighed and rolled his eyes. “If you don’t want I try you can get the fuck out.” He said frustratedly. “I don’t hate you, I never said I hated you.” He told her. Thomas stood near the end of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest. “I’ve always liked you. But like.” He paused and ran a hand down his face as he tried to think of how to word it. “The rush I get from the fights is amazing. It’s fun. Like when you’re throwing insults back at me. I like it.” He said and sighed. “I probably sound stupid, but it’s like when I win big at the casino, that’s the rush I get.” He told her

@ BadStreetBoys

"I'm not saying I don't want to try, I'm saying that I don't want to just sit around pretending everything is fine instead of actually talking about our problems!" Eleanor sighed in frustration, burying her face in her hands as she shook her head. "Well I don't like fighting with you, Thomas. I hate it. It doesn't bring me joy, it just makes me sad and upset and I feel absolutely horrible and worthless afterwards." She frowned a she looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes. "If fighting is so important for you, maybe you should find someone else. Because I can't.. I I can't fight with you anymore, Thomas. I just don't have it in me."

@ katahdin
Thomas sighed and ran a hand down his face as he listened. “Then fucking talk, Eleanor!” He yelled. He could feel his temp are flaring and he couldn’t prevent it. Thomas frowned as he listened. “I’m sorry.” He paused and took a breath. “I don’t want to upset you. I don’t like the fighting because of hurting you or anything. That isn’t my goal.” He said. Thomas walked and stood in the doorway looking out into the house.

@ BadStreetBoys

Eleanor flinched as he shouted, looking away as she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. "Every time I talk you either don't listen or only hear what you want to hear. And you seem to enjoy belittling me and putting me down plenty." She said quietly, although it was obvious she was upset, sitting for a few moments before standing, heading toward the door. "I tell you that our relationship has me depressed and anxious and miserable because of our constant fighting, and you only care about the rush you get from it.'

@ katahdin
Thomas crossed his arms over his chest. He stood next to the door frame, leaning up against it as he watched Eleanor. “I don’t enjoy that. It was fun. It was banter. Between us.” He said and ran a hand through his hair. “What do you want to do? You say you don’t wanna fight. And you say you want to talk about our problems. But as soon as I start talking you start fighting.” He said in a low voice, his eyes narrowed and watching her.

@ BadStreetBoys

Eleanor frowned as he spoke, looking at him for a moment before looking away, quickly wiping her eyes. "It doesn't matter what I want. It never has, so why should it now. It's all just an act that you and my publicist want me to put on, and I'll be a good little girl and keep on playing the role of the happy girlfriend with the perfect life until you either find someone else to replace me or I lose it completely." She murmured, wiping at her eyes again before clearing her throat. "May I go to my room now, please? Or do you want me to argue with you so you can get off on it later? Better yet, would you rather I just strip and bend over for you now?"

@ katahdin
Thomas growled lowly as he listened to Eleanor speak. It felt like she was just mocking him. It felt like she was trying to bait him and he hated it. “Stop it!” He screamed and clenched his fists until his knuckles were white. “Oh fuck you, Eleanor!” He screamed. Thomas grabbed the door and threw it open. “Fine. Go. See if I fucking care.” He told her as he stepped aside slightly, leaving the doorway open.

@ BadStreetBoys

Eleanor flinched as he shouted, even lifting her arms in front of her face to defend herself as he slammed the door open, as if terrified that he might hit her. She was shaking as he told her to leave, and only hesitated for a moment before she hurried out of his room and to her own, making sure the door was shut before she broke down. Once she got control over her tears she started to pack a bag to leave but then paused when she realized she had nowhere to go, sitting on the floor by the window in defeat. She was trapped.

@ katahdin
Thomas waited until Eleanor was out before he slammed the door, locking it. He didn’t want to leave the room and he didn’t want Eleanor coming back in. He moved into the bathroom. Thomas turned the shower on as hot as it would go. He stripped down and stepped in. The hot water burnt against his skin but he didn’t care. He needed to feel something.

@ BadStreetBoys

After a bit of thinking Eleanor got up and finished packing her bag, changing into a sweatshirt and leggings before writing Thomas a quick note to apologize and say that she was leaving before heading downstairs. She considered calling for a car but then decided against it, figuring the walk to the studio would be good for her, even if it would be a long one. She wasn't looking forward to living in her trailer on set, but at least it was better than here and would give her time to figure out where she could go.

@ katahdin
Thomas stood in the shower, allowing the hot water to rub down his body and through his hair. He rested his arms against the wall and just leaned up against it, trying to relax. He stayed in the shower until his skin was red from the heat. Thomas climbed out of the shower snd looked at himself in the mirror, he laughed to himself because he looked like a boiled lobster. Thomas got into pajamas and decided to grab something from the kitchen. He walked out of his room and saw the note left for him. He took a few deep breaths, trying to keep calm and compose himself before he did anything.

@ BadStreetBoys

Eleanor's not was short and simple, reading: Dear Thomas, Please don't be angry with me. I know that you mean well and that you care about me, and I hope you know that I care about you more than anyone. Which is why I have to leave. Caring about each other can't solve all of our problems, and I'm afraid that if I stay we'll end up hating each other, and that's the last thing I want. I'll come back for the rest of my things as soon as I have a permanent place to live, and I promise that I'll pay you back for anything you want, rent, food, clothes, anything. Please don't worry about me, I'll be alright. I'll always love you, Eleanor.

@ katahdin
Thomas grabbed the note again and tore it up before he threw the pieces in front of him, scattering them across the living room. He went upstairs and grabbed his phone. He sent Eleanor a text. Come back. Don’t do this to me, to us. We can fix things, work on things. he sent the text, knowing if he kept rambling he would just get angrier and make things worse.

@ BadStreetBoys

Eleanor had just arrived at her trailer on the set when Thomas texted her, fresh tears welling up in her eyes as she set her bag down before curling up on the couch. She loved him, she wanted to fix things, but still wasn't sure they could based on how things had been going. After a while though, she responded to him. I think that the best way to fix things is to spend time apart, to give ourselves a fresh start, like when we first started dating, before everything got so complicated. She hoped that he'd understand and agree to what she suggested, even though it would be hard for both of them.