𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

Not Enough

It was supposed to be a one time thing, just a one time thing, but it began to turn into something more. That kiss that was a spur of the moment, turned into something else. The guilt of Emma's actions ate her away; it ate her alive, plagued her mind and never left. Not even for a single moment. It didn't let her rest.

And it hurt her because she loves you, not Draken, yet she kissed him and did everything she shouldn't have done.

It hurt because she saw you in that man, everything about him reminded her of you and because she was out of her mind in that moment, she pulled him down to her height and placed the lips that were reserved for you, on someone else's.

However, his lips didn't remind her of you. It was foreign and left an unpleasant feeling in her stomach, yet she continued further because she was craving for you. You, who has been away for the last couple of days. You, who didn't spare her more of your time because of work.

When you told her that your boss has been piling up work for you, she understood that you're going to be busy for a while and will have to deal with that wretched woman until your next income before you retire from that 9 to 5 job and finally do something about your medical degree-to support the two of you with a stable and steady income, of course.

Yet, this one's taking longer than usual. You've been staying more in your office rather than at home, even your coworkers have noticed and notified her about it, saying she should scold you out of it because it's becoming worrying. However, nothing worked. And no, she didn't want to scold you, she normally would have but seeing you so stressed, she doesn't think it will work.

It has been weeks, and before you knew it, it turned into a month. You finally got your last paycheck and left the company. You were going to stay unemployed for a little while since it won't be a breeze to do something out of your degree, so you came home with a smile, happy that you were now able to spend all of your time with Emma.

However, that home reeked of something else.

Normally, coming back home always felt somehow like a picnic at a beach and smell like flowers, but you only felt dread and tired. Emma wasn't sitting in the living area like always to greet you, even if you weren't going to return the gesture. She always had a batch of fresh food and desserts to serve you but there were only cold dishes set on the table.

Were you gone for that long that she had started to drift for a while?

You kept your hopes up, knowing it'll go back to how it always will be now that you're out of that toxic company. You wanted to spend this first night of finally being free with Emma, maybe to watch a movie or go out on a stroll, but your plans weren't going to go through.

There was a different smell inside the room you shared with Emma. It still smelled like always, but there was another hint to it. There was something else. There really was. You couldn't put a finger on it but it didn't feel right, it's as though you shouldn't know about it but you should, but if you do, it'll only ruin something.

Or that's how it feels.

Processing those feelings, an idea popped up but you pushed it to the back of your head.

Emma wouldn't do something like that, you thought.

You shook your head, put your bag down and stretched before heading inside the bathroom, only to see Emma inside. You immediately closed the door with a thumping heart and hot cheeks, before it opened once again.

You hear her chuckle, oh how nice it is to hear that again, "We're already married, what are you so shy about?" She began to change into her night clothes before turning to you. You were going to speak but you noticed the red in her eyes, "Were you crying?" you asked,