When It's Over

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Marriage...

The word kept replaying in Jewel's mind.

What did it mean?

What did it stand for?

Was it worth it?

Her dark brown irises stared at the reflection of the woman looking back at her.

Her doll shaped round face that encapsulated her honey brown blemish free skin that she'd inherited from her mother.

Her always curved full lips that hid the reality of her life behind the doubled doors of her home.

She stretched her arm for the red tube, her fingers tracing the liquid across her lips as she rubbed the two together.

Eighteen years, her mind said.

Yet her heart asked...

Are you happy?

She shook the thought away, her hand resting on the black flat iron, bringing it towards her hair, she watched as her once curly hair disappeared and straight shoulder length tresses appeared.

The task at hand she'd repeated so much, it became a daily habit.

Her curls stayed hidden because the woman that possessed them seemed hidden herself.

As she rose to her feet, Jewel slid her thighs into the white body-con, off the shoulder dress that rested on her knee. The fabric clung to her figure as it showcased each curve and crevice the late Dianne Moore had blessed her with.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she thought that if she were a man she'd be lucky to put a claim to herself. To treat her the way she deserved to be treated.

But as her orbs glanced in the direction of the figure that graced the mattress, her eyes rolled to the diamond that weighed heavy on her ring finger.

The weight at times felt too heavy a burden but she still wore it proudly.

"We're going to be late."

His voice was gruff as he stood to his feet, the black tuxedo clung to his body as if it were made to be worn by him. His fingers combed through the loose curls on top of his head as his hazel orbs stared at the reflection of himself in the mirror.

His thumb finger slid across his caramel cheek before a satisfied grin appeared on the man's face.

Jewel couldn't help the fact that her inner woman sighed.

His lack of a compliment made the woman glance at her own reflection in the mirror once more.

Was she not stunning?

"I'm ready.... Did your parents leave already with Jeston and Mya?"

She threw the question at him but only received a head nod in response as his orbs went to the device that vibrated within his palm.

A chuckle escaped his lips as the device traveled to his ear and the man began his own conversation with the caller on the other end of the line.

Eighteen years, her mind replayed.

Taking a deep breath, the woman ceased the red monster from appearing knowing that the battlefield was not the place she wanted to meet her spouse at today.

Instead she allowed her feet to lead her to the black G-wagon, her body resting on the leather seat as her lids closed.

This was what she signed up for, the woman repeated to herself.

For better or for worse.

Till death do us part.

The words felt like venom traveling through her mind.