Too Much Love Will Kill You

First Chapter

Brian's P.O.V

March 15th, 1991; Saturday

"Go to hell, Brian! I ain't taking that shit anymore! You're never home. You can never do anything. I'm absolutely done with you! You have exactly three hours to pack your stuff up and leave this house! When I come back home I don't wanna see your face around here! Got it?" Anita stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind her as loudly as she could. And there I was, alone and shooed off of my own house. I knew I had been getting on her nerves recently, but I'd never have guessed that she'd been this close from bursting out.

I could have tried to argue. I could have run after her, but I didn't feel like it. You see, Anita and I have been together for five years now and we really love each other. Nevertheless, I don't feel the same as five years ago. When I divorced my wife for her I was so in love. My smile would get as big as it could every time I heard her voice. Whenever she got home from some theater tour I would feel butterflies in my stomach. Hardly ever did we fight and I used to think that every little thing about her was unique and perfect.

But I should have known better. I was never a good husband to Chrissie. Why on Earth did I think that it'd be any different with Anita? It was a different woman, but I was still the same old me - The one who never cared about romantic dinners, complimenting, talking or even trying to be around. I was always too busy doing something of my own interest. That giddiness of a newly started relationship came to an end along with our first year together, and then again I had with Anita the same dull thing I used to have with Chrissie.

I ran upstairs and I started packing my things up. Most of my daily clothes were packed from a recent travel, so I only packed stuff such as my personal care utensils, books and some paperwork from college. - I had started to pursue my Ph.D degree a while ago. When I was half the way downstairs, I saw Mrs. Hughes, our maid.

"Hello, Mrs. Hughes! Could you do me a favor? Anita and I had a small argument and I need to get my ass out of here before she comes back. Could you pack the rest of my things up and send it to the address that I'll give you later on, please?"

"Surely, Mr. May! I'm so sorry for you and Mrs. Dobson. I'll light a candle up and do a little prayer for you." The middle-aged woman looked at me with a sympathetic pair of eyes. She's very religious and she strongly believes that praying is the best way to solve any kind of problem.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hughes. Don't waste your precious candles and prayers on us though. Not even the Lord can make it up for my mistakes." I sighed unhappily. She only nodded.

I had a backpack on, a suitcase in one hand and two more hours to leave my house before Anita came back. I didn't know where I was going to. I could stay at a hotel during the week, then I'd ask for someone to open and clean one of my flats in London, or even my countryside property in Brighton County. I was not unhappy about leaving. I mean I'm not glad, but I'm not unhappy either. It's sad that two persons who'd been in love for each other one day had to say goodbye like this, but it is not the end of the world. Maybe I could focus more on college projects and the band now. I'll surely miss her, but our breaking up will be better for her. She deserves someone to love her properly, because she's one of the most special people that I've ever met.

I went to the garage, got into the car and left our driveway. I haven't thought of a place to go yet. It's hard to find a good place in London to stay at when you're me. I' m never the one who chooses the place we're staying at. That's Anita's job... Oh, holy crap! Not this now! I cannot be missing her so soon! Whatever, I'll find a place sooner or later.

Roger's P.O.V

It was nearing 3 o'clock in the afternoon and the house was absolutely peaceful. No kids running and crying around. No yelling at me from Debbie. I had to thank it to the fact that my wife decided to spend the weekend at her mom's; what means I'm free from dealing with our normally fussy weekends. It's been a while since I gave up on finding something good to watch on TV, so I'm just lying on the couch facing the ceiling. All of a sudden, the doorbell rings, breaking the silence I was contemplating just a second ago. I go get the door and I'm surprised at the sight of my old friend, Brian.