Chapter 40 "Drama."

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It had been revealed that Alex was alive. After a long battle with not only her but Azula and partially Satan as well, Alex came to her senses. Unbeknownst to her, she had been dead for three years, leaving her devastated to find out what had happened. Clayre being with Allie, missing out on more of her children's lives.

Drama ensued.

Clayre's Point of View.

I sat at the table, playing with an apple while the kids were in the living room, watching tv or playing. My mind was on Alex, she was alive. I felt so happy when seeing her but then, something held me back.

"So what the fuck was that all about? Why did you go and hug that bitch?" I heard a familiar someone ask.

Allie...

I didn't say anything, hell, I didn't even know what to say. I just sat there, a tear going down my face. I noticed Allie got mad at that and glared harder at me. "Are you serious? We've been together for over a year!"

"I...I know..." I said. "But my wife just came back...She's been dead and...I love her but..."

"I thought you loved me!" Allie snarled, her fists clenching out of anger.

My eyes widened as I quickly put my hands up to try and calm her down. "Allie...I do love you, I do. My time with you is great but-"

She cut me off, the next thing she said stunned me. How could she even say it? "Then why don't you get a divorce?"

I could barely hold back the sudden gasp that escaped my mouth. "What?..." I asked.

Allie scoffed leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed. "You heard me Clayre, if you love me then, dump her. Seriously, you have every right to move on. Don't let HER hold you back."

"I..." I began to stutter, struggling to catch onto my words. "Allie...She just came back and I...It's not easy....Okay?" I said.

All that came was her rolling her eyes and letting out a loud upset groan. "You know what, I'll be in the room. I can't deal with this bullshit right now." She said, storming away, her feet pounding against the floor. I could feel the pang in my chest, indicating my hurt heart. I flinched when I heard our bedroom door slam. I love her and all but at the same time, how can she even say those things? Why would she?

I let a few tears fall, my thoughts went to my wife. I sat at a nearby window, gazing out at the view. Sitting there, I tried to think about what will happen next with Allie but, in the glass, all I could see is a reflection.

Of Alex...

Alex's Point of View.

I stared out the window, watching absolutely nothing. All I saw was a reflection of Clayre, I placed my hand on the window, imagining her being her right now. Cuddling up with me. Staying with me. No, she was with that Allie person. Then again, what mattered was that she was happy, right? I mean, my kids must like her too. Clayre doesn't need me, she can move on if she wants to.

What the hell am I saying?

Seriously, what am I thinking? I love Clayre, I should be the one with her. Instead, I got killed, brought back to do Satan's dirty work, and lost three more years with my family! Who knows what else I missed on my children's lives. One day they were ten and now they look like they're fifteen! Now, here I am, all alone and living with my sister.

"Alex?" I heard. Speaking of which, I stared at the reflection of the window, seeing her approach me with a concerned look.

"Yes?" I asked, not looking at her. I couldn't take my eyes off the outdoors.

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