Imperfectly perfect

Chapter Fifteen- Sickly White

Matthias' POV

She's here.

As I stare at the woman from across the room, my heart shatters within my chest.

She's wearing a emerald green dress, with her hair flowing in waves down the long expanse of her back. It's grown significantly, since the last time I laid my eyes on her.

She's looking back at me; a devious smirk decorating her tanned face.

And, all of a sudden, I am suffocated with hundreds upon hundreds of flashbacks.

Ones that I would much rather forget.

She's walking over, the clicking of her heels knocking against the wooden floor.

I know that Cornelius is beside me, confused and growing upset. But I cannot will myself to speak; I am too far gone into my memories.

My memories of her.

Memories of harsh slaps and brutal punches.
Memories of razor- sharp nails digging into the scalp of my head- ripping out hair.
Memories of undeniable agony and dehumanising insults.

One emotion screams out among the chaos of my mind.

Terror.

Tao's POV

Confusion eats into the barrier of my mind. Matthias is staring at that lady...in almost admiration?

Insecure thoughts and words haunt my head, wondering why on earth I thought that I was enough.

I tug at his hand, trying to get him to stop, yet he keeps on staring- an unclear emotion bombarding his face.

I begin to grow agitated, furious tears collecting in my eyes.

As the lady comes closer, I yank my hand from the embrace of his- whilst they maintain a constant staring match.

She beams at me, the bleached whiteness of her teeth irritating my eyes.

"I'm Rebecca" she says, in an almost boastful manner, reaching a perfectly manicured hand towards me.

Matthias tenses up beside me then utters quickly, "w-what are you doing here?"- he stumbles over the words.

"I'm the groom's cousin silly", a dark look appears in her eyes, that I fail to identify.

Once again she fixates her hazel eyes on his outfit.

Suddenly, she reaches forward and fiddles with the cuffs of his suit, a disgusted expression decorating her face.

"This?" She questions, "You decided to wear this to a wedding? Did my years of fashion advice not teach you anything?"

I think that he looks really handsome; evidently she doesn't.

I glance at Matthias, confused; she catches it. A cruel look appears on her face, hiding any beauty that she possesses.

"I guess that you're the new boyfriend" she sneers, "Well I'm his ex-girlfriend; we were together for three years".

Cackling, she states, "you're just the snivelling rebound, sweetie."

Kissing his cheek, she whispers something in Matthias' ear that makes him turn a sickly white.

I start to cry, despite my efforts to control it, cold tears sliding down my flushed face.

Without looking back, I run out of the hall- sprinting towards the taxi drop off area.

I wait for about a minute, and then I'm jumping into a vacant car.

"Saint Raphel's Graveyard please"

And I'm gone.
Leaving him behind.
My heart grieves for his love.
Out of sight, yet wounding my mind.

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This chapter was very difficult to write, I hate seeing my babies unhappy! But, this must happen. All will be revealed. For now, I just need lots of hugs.

I hope you enjoyed (...perhaps enjoyed is the wrong word) this chapter; have a good day/night!

I'm feeling slightly less ill,
El x