“Here you go, honey. Have a nice day.” She kissed him on the cheek as the brown bag was passed from one hand to another. She stood behind the kitchen counter with a fake smile plastered on her face, hands clasped together, hair perfectly curled until she heard the door click shut, and his car pull out of the driveway.
Then she cried. She crumpled into a ball, mascara running down her cheeks, hands limp, curled on their marble flooring, strangled sobs escaping her lips.
Her life was said to be perfect. Easy, some would say. Living in a middle class world with a breadwinner husband, a middle sized house, doing the same thing everyday.
It should be simple. It should be the opposite of a difficult job. The only thing that would ever slightly alter her plans would be if the fridge was empty.
She had a middle sized everything, a picture perfect life, and that was just the problem.
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The Archetypes (Marina Diamandis fan fiction)
FanfictionA housewife, a beauty queen, a homewrecker and an idle teen. From Marina Diamandis' album 'Electra Heart' and the four archetypes that prevail comes a fan fiction that explores each one. Go farther in to see what Electra Heart really meant.
