Mel et Todd anglais

Todd pushed back his glass of whiskey. He did not really know how much he had drunk. Three,
four, pehaps. Not enough to feel drunk but enough to be nauseated. Usually he held alcohol rather
well, but that night everything made him sick. And he began to regret having drunk. If at least he
could be drunk. Drift away from the problem ... think of something else. He had a headache, he
wanted to lie down, to sleep. Anger and sadness boiled in him. He did not want to go home. Not
now. He did not have the strength to face Melanie. To feel his brown eyes full of reproaches. The
disputes were frequent at the moment. And he knew he was the culprit. He had been far too busy
with his work. And Mel had felt abandoned, frustrated. Every night, even when he did his best, he
came home nervous and uncomfortable talking. The tension had grown between them. And he had
done nothing to appease him. But he was so tired ... Why was the life of a couple sometimes so
complicated? He was both making immense efforts to communicate, to avoid conflict. So that their
house is a haven of peace. But sometimes, as everywhere else, the home became a prison. Too
much emotion, love, tension.
He could not imagine life without Melanie. His sweet, his dear, his tender Mel ... Friend of all times
and a wonderful woman. He knew that she felt disappointed and stressed by her work, that she
needed her support. He should have been more attentive.
The argument was already going on in the morning, when he had gone in a gust of wind, barely
taking the time to kiss him. And she had burst in the evening, when both of them had been
exhausted by their day, had come home. It had started stupidly, Todd had just left the bathroom
door open. Then the drama. The tone was up, the words had gone beyond their thought. Then Mel
suddenly burst into tears. And Todd, at the height of irritation, had gone violently.
He regretted. He did not know what to do. He felt lost, so so so tired. Perhaps it was time for them
to take the time to discuss, to love each other, to listen to each other. The arguments were not
dramatic, it happened in all the couples, and for reasons more stupid than that one. It was all about
taking the first step.

The young man straightened up to pay the bill. His legs shivered. Maybe he was a little drunk
finally.
The pressure in his head became stronger. A powerful vertigo made him waver. He leaned a few
seconds against a tree, taking the time to breathe slowly. A hiccup caught him by surprise and he
noticed with astonishment that he was crying. He put a hand to his mouth to silence the sobs. The
argument had affected him more than he had thought. Or maybe it was alcohol? The urgency to
return, to find Mel, to talk to him pushed him to take off from the tree. Some passer-by turned
around as he passed, and he almost laughed at the thought of his head. Arrived in front of his house,
he hesitated a few seconds. He had walked too fast, his breath was beating in his chest. His head
was spinning violently. He searched for the words, trying to calm down a little. It was important. He
had to talk to Mel. Without drunkenness.

But was not counting on his body. He stifles a whiskey-like air bubble that burns his throat. He
leans instinctively on the side of the door and then stands up abruptly. No. No. No no no no. If he
vomits on the doormat, it will certainly not arrange things. Determined to swallow the nausea, he
enters their house. Mel appears immediately, eyes red and looks furious.
-Bordel! Where were you ? Idiot !
He wants to answer him but instead of the sweet words he had imagined, it is a flooded stream
coming out of his mouth, directly on the feet of Melanie who leaping back, with an expletive. Todd
does not have time to apologize. Pressing one hand against his mouth as another wave submerges
him, he rushes as fast as possible to the toilet. He has already begun to vomit in his hands when he
reaches the bowl and crushes on his knees coughing on a powerful stream of bile. A few minutes
pass during which he prepares to be sick again. He feels two hands come on his back while a spasm
forces him to return all that his stomach could contain, since weeks seems to him it. Finally
everything is calm. The vertigo ceases, the nausea moves away. He shoots the hunt and turns to the
person behind him. Mel looks at him with a mixture of compassion and anger. She wipes his face.

-My god, Todd, you're a mess.
-My, I'm ...
-An idiot ? A fool ? A moron?
-No..Yes finally I ... I'm sorry ...
-It's good. But next time, avoid throwing up your guts to apologize.It will not work every time.
Todd wipes his face and plunges his eyes into his. Both burst out laughing.