Seconds in Time

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"How could you say that? All she wants is the best for you and regardless of how horrible a person you are, she still has hope for you! I don't think you realize just how lucky you are to have her." Okay, so I turned out doing the opposite of what I set out to do, but that's his fault not mine.

Alexander stood up and leaned over the desk, glaring holes through my eyes.

"You will not speak to me like that." He growled like the life draining monster he was.

I stood up and got even closer, crossing into dangerous territory.

"I will speak to you however I please because I wasn't taken away from everything I know and love to be looked down upon." I told him firmly and with the same fiery look in my eyes. The last thing I had wanted was to argue with him, but now it was all I could think about. He was a soulless person whose only emotion was anger and this won't work unless that changes.

I straightened up and stormed out of the room.

***

Alexander watched as his fiancé strutted from the room. All day she had been nothing but trouble to him. She set his teeth on edge and brought his temper to a boiling point. She was so good at getting under his skin that it was frightening. Saying that she wasn't easy to deal with was an understatement.

He sat back in his chair, tapping his pen on the desk and wondering how he was going to deal with her. At first, though he had wanted nothing to do with her, she was fine. She only spoke when completely necessary and ignored his rudeness. When she had first snapped at him he was shocked. Then she started toying with him.

He had known this wouldn't be easy, but she was making it impossible. If she could manage to be quiet and leave him alone he could deal with the arrangement. Of course, the chances of that happening weren't looking good. He would just have to wait and see how things played out.

***

I slammed the door to the library and slumped down in a chair.

"He's impossible." I told the ceiling and felt the tears well up in my eyes as I remembered what Crystal, Juliet, and I had said about the ceiling. When you're thinking you look up at the ceiling, therefore, we decided last year that the ceiling gives you answers. Of course, it doesn't really, but we like to think it does.

A knock came on the door and Marietta walked in. She closed the door behind her and sat next to me. She stared at me emotionlessly, with her hands in her lap. I blinked at her curiously, but made no move to break the questioning silence.