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prologue

       prologue.

               "Emily!" he belted from the other side of the door, making sure to give it three great punches that practically made the whole room shake. "Emily, open the God damn door!" 

         Pure white pearls scattered the carpet, along with red wine stains and broken shards of glass. The view in front of me was that of a tradegy you usually see in Hollywood films. Or maybe it was something different. Maybe this sort of thing would only happen to me. I scoffed from my current position slumped against the sofa, with smudged mascara and a glass of scotch in my hand.The choice of beverage I held shocked me, as I'd never would've thought the bitter taste I got to loath to be so pleasant and soothing.

               "For fuck's sake..." I heard him curse behind the door. "Jesus chri-look, I'm sorry Emily, alright. Open the door so I know you aren't dead, please," he said with less agression. At that I almost laughed. If it hadn't been for the current situation, I would've.

Unforgivable, my mind seethed. What he did was unforgivable.

        Sure, it may have looked completely over dramatic from somebody else's point of view. But then again, this was similar to a tragic Hollywood film. 

                    "Was she better?" I hissed loud enough so that he could hear clearly. "Was she?" 

          The reply was nothing but silence as I expected, but I craved an answer nevertheless. The ultimate lack of sound almost made me feel nauseous as if I was trapped in a black abyss. "How the hell can I answer that?" A weak voice broke the mute in this pitiful situation. "I won't answer that," he said as if he knew I was still waiting for a response. Deep down, I think it was the only thing I cared about.

              To my horror, the sweet and soothing taste from the alcohol I relied on suddenly became bitter and intoxicating in my mouth. The aroma travelled throughout my whole body and messed with my mind, creating a wild and unbearable vision. I was close to gagging as I pulled myself up off the ground to find some water. I gave up on the use of cups and resorted to chugging the stuff straight from the tap in a desperate attempt to cleanse the repulsive taste.  

                     "Emily?" A voice I forgot was even there. I gasped for air as the tap kept on running quite viciously into the sink. I stood there for a moment, hoping to God that the bitterness was gone before limping towards the haunting door. The thing that made it haunting was the person standing on the other side. For me, a single barrier didn't seem enough. 

                  A shaky hand reached towards the doorknob, but I couldn't seem to stop it even if I wanted to. The devil at the back of my mind - my betraying conscience had overtaken me. Before I knew it the door that had haunted me the moment I slammed it shut, had opened once again. 

                 His bowtie undone and hanging round his neck; his charcoal coloured hair ruffled and messed with upon his head. He gazed with tired, but hopeful eyes. The man standing on the other side was someone I no longer recognised.  

And he was beautiful.