Lost Then Found ( Melwood AU )

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Melissa

flashback

It's been two months since I signed those papers. Its also been two months since Chris and I talked. We haven't talked to each other since that day. I tried to call him but he blocked my number. fuck.

I'm currently choosing my wedding gown with some designers and with Chy. I am going through a rack of white gowns when Chyler opens a topic.

"Where's Chris? Shouldn't he supposed to be here with you?" She asked.

"I don't know. He blocked my number and all my social media accounts."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Why is he acting like a child? Can he just understand that your doing all of this for your company?"

I didn't answered. 

"I mean, you guys have been friends since you were kids and its hard for both of you but- OMYGOD! THIS DRESS IS AMAZING! Try this on, Mel!" I grabbed the gown and I entered the fitting room.

Few minutes later, I started struggling zipping the zipper of the gown so I called Chyler.

When she walked in, I saw her jaw dropped. She is slowly walking towards me with her jaw still on the floor.

"What-The-Heck, Benoist." I chuckled because of her reaction, "What?"

"Chris' gonna fucking drool." I smiled.

"Show the designers. Maybe they can add somethings on that dress." We walked out of the room and my heart suddenly dropped when I saw Him.

I saw Chris sitting on the couch and on his phone. 

"C-Chris?" He looked up. He stand up and walked towards me, "That will look so much better on Eve."

Ouch.

I took a deep breath and stared at the floor, "Anyways, I'm going." 

"But you've just arrived?" I said, "I came because father told me. I think your fine so I'm going." He walked out of the boutique.

I looked at Chy, "At least, he came."

**

"MELISSA! MELISSA!" I held the door knob of our room. I haven't entered here... or even slept.

I open the door and I saw Chris half naked. 

"U-Uh, Uhm.." I stared at his six pack wishing I could touch it. I looked at his broad chest wishing that is my pillow every single night.

I came back to reality when Chris snapped, "Are you even listening?! I SAID IRON MY SHIRT!" 

I nod and grabbed his shirt and start ironing it then he entered the bathroom.

After I ironed it, he walked out of the bathroom. I handed him his piece of clothing.

I stared at him while he put that shirt. I want to hug him so so bad. If only I could, I would.

I noticed that he's struggling from buttoning his shirt so I've decided to help him.

He tried to remove my hands but I didn't let him. I buttoned the last button and looked at him. Our face were just inches away. My eyes went down to his rosy soft lips. I want to kiss him.

When our lips was about to touch, he whispers something that breaks my heart.

"I want a divorce."