Forever Yours

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The ride back home had been. .deadly silent.

Only the sound of wheels churning on the road could be heard as the companions acted like the other didn't exist.

For Emma, it had been a whirlwind of emotions. One minute he was talking and the next they were.  . .married?

She swallowed down the dread in her pit and slowly, painfully slow, turned her delicate neck at him.

Eyes on the road, hand on the wheel his aura had her believing. .he was far off in his own world. Right then she knew. No matter what she said, he won't hear her.

Maximus was closed off.

Aloof.

In another world she wasn't invited to.

Still, she tried to speak. .to convey her outrage to him . .tried to scream. .ask about the why . .but nothing came out. The mind and heart were shell shocked, still absorbing what had transpired  minutes ago.

She had a heartbreaking realization right there. .

She man she loved had changed in a matter of hours.

The whys and the whats got buried the moment they walked out of the chapel.

Her husband rushing off to the car.

Rushing off from her.

Emma turned away, her eyes out on the dark images blurring past one by one. She couldn't see anything clearly. .the unshed tears had her vision blurred out.

She could feel the back of her nose burning up, a ball the six dog a golf sticking in her throat . .

The silent drop of tear slipped from her eyes and vanished into the tulle of her gown.

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His demeanor didn't change.

Maximus ripped through the house with her behind. She looked like a picture of a worn out barbie a child had played with and then got bored off.

The lovely gown didn't look so dazzling now. It had tears in it.

The bun had been disbanded and the long hair were covering her back.

Makeup long gone, she was walking from one nightmare into another or was it?

At least he isn't dragging me behind, Emma smiled ruefully.

Marching inside the lounge, he pushed his hand in his hair. .his back to her . .as he rubbed down a hand over his face . .his appearance dark and alluring at the same time.

She hated how he made her feel safe. How he attracted her even at the worst of his state.

Love . .what a cruel word.

Emma moved in, her gown rustling with every step and his back muscles stiffened , remembering he wasn't alone.

He let out a long tired breath.

"I'm going to talk to my sister." He said in a curt voice, not at all looking at her.

He seemed on edge.

Slight touch  and he would burst into flames.

Emma didn't reply.

For her , he didn't deserve her answer.

Nodding to himself, he moved towards the stairs. As he walked away from her, she couldn't help but take a step towards him . .she couldn't help but say in her heart don't leave me but then she stopped. His footsteps were echoing in the empty house,  exhausted and lifeless. .