My husband

ONLY MISS THE SUN WHEN IT STARTS TO SNOW

   It was as though the fucking drawing had materialized to taunt him. The moment he opened his eyes, it was the first thing his eyes focused on as somewhere in his subconscious he realized he had dreamt about that picture too, groaning, he dragged a pillow over his head, her scent was so faint now, if the memories the picture brought didn't do it already, that sent his heart plummeting. The rest he had gotten for the longest sleep he had had since she left evaporated from his body in that instance.

    Sighing in frustration, he threw the pillow at the picture and watched it fall a couple of inches away. How the hell did the picture even get up there?, he asked himself, dragging himself out of bed and going to stand in front of it. He knew for a fact that Racheal hadn't come to hang it there, asides watching the security feeds around the house religiously, he had someone watching the house twenty four seven. He'd have known the second she got close to the house.

     He plucked the picture off the wall and ran his fingers across it, he remembered the day he had come home from work and found her framing the pictures she'd drawn on the island. She'd looked so beautiful in her joggers and sweater, hair curled up in a messy bun with pencils sticking out of it, papers and stationery scattered around her on the floor where she sat cross legged, when she looked up and saw him, she'd bestowed on him that megawatt smile he'd always envied her directing at others and he felt his heart sing. It should have been then that he realized that he was done for.

  He shook his head sadly then remembered Claire had been to the house the day before.

   It had to be her, she most probably left the picture here to haunt him with thoughts of what he had and threw away, if that was her aim?, she was doing a damn good job. Scowling, he searched for his phone and called her, If she wanted to make him miserable, she should at least have the guts to know when it happened.

     "Hello?" She answered on the second ring

     "Why did you leave out this picture Claire?. Why?" He shouted

        "I can't help you more than I already have Nicholas!, figure it out" with that she ended the call

      Staring at the phone as though it had suddenly become slime, frustrated he hadn't gotten the chance to rail like he wanted to, he resisted the urge to throw it across the room. What the hell was she going on about?, helping him?, helping me my ass, he thought carrying the picture to the bed and sitting on the edge

     The picture would have just looked beautiful to someone else but to him it pictured one of the most incredible moments of his life, one that at the time he had refused to put much feelings or thought into. Although the picture was mostly silhouettes, he knew exactly what he was looking at, to anyone else it could have been any man staring out of the widow at the ocean with a woman sitting on the beach. To him it was a perfect depiction of where they stayed on the island, and even though it was shadows, he could see that she had tilted his body in a way that his profile showed and there was a smile there, playing on his lips.

     She'd put it there, because that was what she had wanted. Making him happy, making him love her and he'd all but called her a whore.

     Feeling sick to his stomach he laid the picture aside and was about crawling back into bed when a sudden thought had him jackknifing off the bed.

    He knew where to find his wife!

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    "And I said you should fucking check again" Nicholas shouting down the phone, fastening his seatbelt and trying but failing to settle into his sit.

     "This is the third time, Mr Mckay, I checked tree times already, I've spoken to some of the staff and they all confirm that she never came to the resort." The investigators on the other end of the call was obviously irritated. It's been nine hours since he knew with the same conviction of which he knew his name that Racheal was on the Island.

    He would have left that exact minute except his plane was not cleared for takeoff until just now, nine while fucking hours after!, and because he didn't want to sit on his hands, he'd called the investigators to run checks and now they were telling him bullshit

     "Have you spoken to the manager?" Nicholas asked trying to keep the anger out of his voice

     "I haven't been able to reach him"

    "Fuck" Nicholas cursed

     "Mr Mc...."

     "I am no longer in need of your services.... and I'd ensure no other person is" Nicholas cut off the mans' protest when he ended the call. He could feel his whole body vibrating with tension. If he didn't find her on the island, he was sure he'd die.

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   Nicholas was off running immediately the company owned car parked in front of the hotel, his body and mind were tired but the only thing he could concentrate on was the fact that Racheal was close.

    He was grateful some of the staff recognized him and stopped those who didn't from going after him because he wasn't sure that he wouldn't injure whoever got in his way.

     "Give me the keys to the C apartment by the beach" he shouted at the receptionist, he snatched it from her fumbling hands and continued running

    When he got to the apartment door, and felt himself start to shake violently, fear clogging his throat as he tried to get the key to open the door. She wouldn't want to see him, she'd never go back with him, he'd lost her forever.

    He finally got the door open and stumbled in.

   The first thing he noticed was the sheer amount of drawing stationary that covered literally every surface. There were framed pictures lined up against the wall and his vision blurred and he realized he was crying.

    She was here.

   It was then that his nose picked up her scent and he breathed in greedily, his knees weak and his heart pounding too fast.

    "Racheal?" He called out, but he got no answer, he walked into the bedroom and found it empty too

    "Racheal?, where are you?" He shouted louder, he knew she had to be here, the signs were clear but that didn't stop him from getting frantic. He was about to call out again, when his eyes caught movement on the beach.

    His wife sitting on the sand, her back to him, staring out at the ocean

   His legs gave out and he fell on his knees, emotions he couldn't place flooding his body, increasing the trembling that racked his whole frame. Uncontrolled sobs rolled from deep within him and fell from his lips as he gathered his strength to stand and walk to the door, slowly he opened it and stepped out, closing it behind him. He gripped the railing of the porch and just stood there trying to get his bearing and drinking in the sight of his wife like a man starved.

    He'd found her and he wasn't going to stop until she was his again.