❝I wanna tell you how
how I feel but I'm scared
of being hurt again, scared
of you not feeling the same
and scared of falling harder.❞
In which a husband and wife finds themselves torn apart, only to be brought back together again.
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❝To friends. And the ones who became much more.❞
Scarlett's POV
We arrived at the restaurant and I bit my lip.
Gosh it was amazing. This was certainly a once in a lifetime anniversary dinner. He made everything just perfect and he was just perfect.
I see Benedict rush to my door and open it for me, holding out his hand. Pressing my hand onto his, I stand up and he shuts the door behind me.
As we both walked towards the doors to the restaurant, he whispered into my ear, "You're so beautiful..." Smiling back at him, I nodded.
"I know." We both chuckled and kissed each other lightly. As Benedict confirmed his reservation, I fiddled with my ring and looked around. I breathed in the smell of mouth watering food, but somehow, I felt slightly sickened by it.
"Come on then." Myself and Benedict followed the waiter to our table and he pulled out my seat for me. "For the lady in the gorgeous red." Benedict bowed and I was about to sit down, until I see Tom at the bar.
"Hey, look!" I point at Tom who was drinking alone at the bar. "He looks kinda lonely..." Benedict looks at me and grabs my hand.
"We don't want that do we?" Simpering, he pulls me with him to the bar and he pats Tom's back. "Hey!" Tom's mouth widened.
"Oh... my god. Wow, hey Ben, Scarlett." They both hug and I chuckled under my breathe. The bromance. "What brings you guys here?" He asks, taking a swig of his alcoholic drink.
"Well, it's our anniversary." I state and Benedict kisses me on my cheek, myself blushing.
"Congratulations guys, wow. So, 10 years right?" I nodded. "That's a long time." My sick feeling grew as we stood by the bar. "How are the kids?" Tom asked Benedict.
"Yeah, fine. Christina and Ella are fine. We just dropped them at Lucy's." He told Tom. "So. How come you're here?" Tom sighed.
"I actually had a date." He looked around and I shake my head. "But I guess that she stood me up." Tom finishes his drink and orders another. I place my hand onto his shoulder.
"Don't drink yourself away." I whisper and Benedict and I sit beside him.
"I'll order some drinks for us, we'll sit with youfor a bit, if she doesn't come in the next 10 minutes, then you can definitely go." Benedict states to Tom and orders myself and him, a drink.
Benedict hands me the drink and I take it, lifting it up as Benedict made a toast. "To friends. And the ones that become more." He looked at me and my cheeks burn. Taking a sip of my drink, I was about to gulp, that was until I spat it back into the glass. "Scar, babe?" Benedict frowned and I put the glass onto the counter.
"Sorry, it... tastes like... I don't..." I turn around slowly and get a bad feeling, so I quickly run to the toilet, hearing Benedict call after me.
"Scar!" Rushing to the toilet, I pull up the lid and throw up. Behind me, Benedict pulls my hair back and gentially rubs my back. I stop and then turn around, Benedict cupping my face in his hands.
"This is definitely not what I wanted..." I say quietly, Benedict smiling slightly.
"Yeah..." He pecks my forehead and we hear a scream behind us, a woman wearing a shocked face. "Sorry. Sorry! It's my wife, she's not well!" Benedict looks back at me and steps back slowly. "I-I'll be outside, okay?" I nod and he runs out of the women's toilets.
I flush the toilet and wash my hands. I felt a bit faint. It felt disgusting and was probably the takeout we had last night, deciding to kick in now.
Walking out, I didn't see Benedict.
"Ben?" I call. But, nothing.
Stepping past the disabled toilet, I hear heavy breathing and groaning. The door is knocked open and I see a women, her shirt ripped open.
But that wasn't the most sickening thing. It was who was with her. A familiar face.
