Broken: A Maksyl fanfiction

Chapter 11

Meryl

I quickly put on a yellow sundress. My nervous heart can be heard through the halls, pounding like a heard of elephants.

Maybe I shouldn't do this.

This is a bad idea.

No, Meryl. You promised you would.

And then the aching feeling in my heart started again, and I knew I had to.

"I can do this." I whisper to myself.

I had no idea what was in store.

Clutching my huge belly, I climbed into my car and drove.

I drove until I reached the place.

It all can back to me in a wave of excitement.

When I was truly happy.

The best memories of my life is happened here.

It all comforts me and gives me the strength to walk inside.

Once I go through security and am checked in, I take my seat in the second row.

The lights are on and across the room are the judges tables.

Carrie Ann in the left, Bruno in the right, Maks in the middle.

His soft brown hair perfectly styled, his elegant suit nearly ironed, his soft brown eyes...

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Soon the music started and dancers went sprawling across the dance floor.

I remembered doing the same thing.

I remember winning.

Winning with Maks.

Why did I even come here?

Dancers perform two by two.

I sigh to myself as my heart flutters with the joy of watching them perform.

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A commercial hits and I watch Maks, as his chocolatey eyes scan the crowd.

They fall on me.

All sign of color drains from his face.

Suddenly, he bursts out and goes running back behind stage.

I find myself doing the same thing.

I stumble past dancers doing there hair. Dancers doing there makeup.

I run past and soon I see Maks.

Standing with his back against a wall, where there are no cameras.

He has his face in his hand and his body lightly shakes.

I walk slowly up to him. When he sees me he takes a step back.

"Great show." I say and smile a little.

He just looks at me and I can see the pain beneath his eyes. I recognize it because it's what I see every time I look in the mirror and it's what I feel every minute of every day.

It's pain.

And it cruel.

And it's torturous.

And there's nothing you can do to stop it.

It comes from your own mistakes.

And suddenly his face changes. For just one moment, I think he is going to run to me and hug me and kiss me an we'll live a happily ever after.

Of course, that moment passes and it's back to an invisible shield separating us.

Suddenly I hear running footsteps behind me and I flip around to see a camera man running towards us.

"We need you back on stage in 30 seconds!" He exclaims and then turns towards me. "Is this girl bothering you?"

I look at Maks with tears glistening in my eyes.

His eyes yearning for what he can't-won't allow himself to have.

"No." I say. "I was just leaving."

And with that I run back down the hall and out into the cold night.

When I get into my car I start crying. Hard.

And suddenly I feel my six month old baby kick.

And a maternal wave rushes over me.

I stop crying and look down at my stomach.

Sure, a part of it is attached to what I claw to get away from.

But, this is new life.

Maks is gone and I need to face it.

I realize how much I've been neglecting this miracle.

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I sat in that car for 4 hours and thought.

And finally I reached a decision.

"We are going to start a new life together." I say and drive away.

Back to Michigan.

Where I can mend my broken heart.