Steam from the water rises, surrounding the dark bathroom in an eerie mist. Melancholy music echoes off of the cream tiles, matching the rhythm of the falling cascade heating up your body until it stings slightly. There's you. Naked. Upset. Deep in thought.
Ghosts of the past are beginning to haunt you, memories both sincere and tragic. With every splash each one is resurfaced unfairly, dragging you deeper into the depressive state you continue to succumb to- feeling worthless and unworthy.
The Reflection in the full length mirror makes the gloominess worse, seeing your body looking so terrible, no matter what eating habits are changed. Salty tears are mixing with the freshwater, turning it sour, the pelting noise of water droplets almost deafening.
Being home alone always results in feeling this way. True feeling are given their chance to escape and take over you powerless body which you feel is growing weaker and weaker from loneliness.
Sobs clutching at your throat escape quickly, whining and bouncing around the small room heartbreakingly. Upon hearing the bathroom door open slowly, you turn around in fright, seeing Keanu's slim yet bulky figure peering through the steam. No words could be uttered, the pain feeling so unfair. Keanu saw the state you had found yourself in and made it his mission to comfort and protect. Striding over quickly to the shower, he clambers in without bothering to rid his body of the black jeans and blazer ensemble he was sporting. No words exchanged, no care for the expensive clothes- just you. His strong arms wrap sincerely around your back, pulling his wife closer to his loving body, damp hot clothes feeling comforting.
Keanu's deep coal hair has turned into dripping strands from the shower, handsome nose rubbing your cheek soothingly whilst you hide your face in his awaiting shoulder, away from the world. Ever patient, listening to endless cries and utterances, Keanu waits until you are ready to share, noting how slight your body has become - knowing that you punish the guilt by restricting food intake drastically. As masculine Hands stroke your spine gently, causing shivers to erupt, you take a deep shaky breath and explain.
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"I feel so guilty Keanu. All the time. I haven't stopped grieving for Michael and I'm sorry." You apologise through crying hiccups, whilst he listens silently and gravely, understanding. "I thought this would have changed, but it doesn't. I love you Keanu but I feel like I'm betraying Michael. (Yes a Michael Jackson reference- I also write MJ imagines 😉). It's been 15 years and my feelings haven't changed for either one of you. I'm your wife but I feel like Michael is punishing me. His life was taken too soon and part of me believes I don't deserve to move on, he should be remembered everyday of my life. And Jennifer"- you break down, not being strong enough to continue, feeling Keanu inhale sharply at the mention of his other wife.
"Y/N." Keanu begins deeply, gravely. He purses his dusk lips shut momentarily, thinking. Frowning, he pulls away slightly, using his forefinger to tilt your chin up so you were staring deep into those beautiful brown eyes. "Michael and Jennifer were both taken too soon. And we both know how much love stays in our hearts for the both of them. Grief lasts a lifetime. Trust me... I know. But deep down, I know they would want us to be happy. To move on. To live in the present, not the past. You've made me happy and whole again Y/N. Much more then I've been in a long time. I truly believe we were brought together to heal, to love. I may be selfish, but that's what I intend to do." He finishes softly, leaning over and brushing your lips delicately with his own, drying those endless tears and putting every thought at bay.
