Say It's Not Over? ((BENNODA))

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Hey to all you wonderful readers, writers and lurkers. Just want to thank you all for the continual support you all have given me with my other stories, including this pile of mess. Admittedly feeling a bit blah since being sick, and I won't be updating regularly for a little while as I will be going on holidays for a couple of weeks with the family :) but I shall be lurking, reading and reviewing, and hopefully writing here and there before I will return full time, special thank yous! To the wonderful authors and readers who have left their thoughts, it really does put me in a better mood to continue this story :)

Do not own, only my own ideas and errors.

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Mike had been caught absently staring out of the front window of his car for quite some time now, as the Emcee couldn't really depict the right moment in time from when he had actually left his house early this morning. But, he knew that once he had left, his conversation with Anna was officially over, and from what he could predict was that he knew it wouldn't be the last of many conversations yet to come. But for now he knew it was wise for him to have made his quick getaway.

So here he would sit, well aware it was getting later in the evening, once he had realised he had been sitting in the driver's seat of his car for quite some time now. The sun would move closer towards the horizon, which could only mean one thing, that the sun would set in only just a few more hours.

With the Emcee mindlessly staring out of the thick sheet of glass, watching the world pass him by, he really had no clue where to go from here now, realising that this was the first time ever in his comfortable life style he really didn't have a place to go, where he would always feel a sense of belonging, a safe haven to call home.

With knuckles baring white, he would grip the steering wheel firmly now in each grasp. His mind would begin to spin along with his tummy, as it would begin to twist. He could feel his stomach curl over in pain now, completely taking him by surprise, once the Emcee would reticent quickly of just how hungry he had been feeling for quite some time now.

Realising now, he had already missed the most important meal of the day; which was breakfast, since arguing with his wife had really taken the majority of his time this morning, and steadily it was coming up to later in evening once the Emcee would soon make the discovery that he had also skipped lunch as well.

He tried to push his mind away from the pain, subside the glittering tears that would well up in each crease of his wide eyes. He could feel his heart dully ache, as the memories of the events that he was so reluctant to remember of his dearly-beloved wife; Anna, in the early hours of this morning, rolling over in his mind. Images were seen streaming across his closed eye lids, colors would occur blurry to him at first and the voices that he could faintly hear now, would sound slightly bubbly and a little distorted to him.

With his wide, dark eyes shut off from any view of the world spinning around in front of him, slowly he would push his body forward from his seat. With his seat belt restricting him from only certain limitations of how far his body will go, he would press his forehead against the steering wheel. With the Images flashing more vibrant and more visibly behind closed eye lids, as the voices were now reaching up to the surface surviving the heavily distorted waves.

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Mike knew he had been staring for quite some time now. Absently he would just look at his wife, not really focusing in on her for that he was completely speechless now. He could sense she had began to cry once more again, the gentle sounds of her whimpering would enter his ears, making Mike feel worse than he already had felt, once confessing to his wife about his affair he was having with Chester.