First girl meets boy.
They fall in love and live harmoniously for 10 years.
Then boy wants a divorce.
This is the story of Max and Tristan Fletcher and their life together leading up to their eventual marital separation.
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Today, Present
Tristan stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom, smoothing down his suit and tie.
He checked his hair again for the thousandth time and made sure his teeth were clear of any breakfast.
His watch beeped, telling him he wasn't allowed to stall anymore. He grabbed his car keys and drove to the courthouse.
Max sat on one of the benches outside of courtroom nervously tapping her heeled toe. The courthouse seemed to be awfully busy today and for some reason that made her more anxious.
Like these people knew she failed at marriage, the one thing a woman should be able to succeed at besides bearing children and Max wasn't planning on doing that anytime soon. She eyed each and every one of them as they walked past her, minding their own business.
"Candice slow down, baby!" Max heard from down the hall. "Mommy, I see Auntie Lacey!"
She browsed the hallway and saw a beautiful dark skinned woman in a sophisticated pantsuit chasing down a little girl with a Captain America backpack.
The woman gave Max a look that reflected how exhausted she was as she speed walked past her. Max, unfortunately, couldn't relate with the struggles of a black mom in judicial America.
She surveillanced the mother and daughter duo, the little girl ran up to a brown skinned woman who immediately picked her up and rained kisses on her face. The darker of the two woman gave the other woman air kisses.
She didn't realize she was staring until she heard a cough next to her. She turned and nearly flew out of her skin to see Tristan sitting next to her.
He gave her a thin lipped smile at small the jump scare. One of his favorite hobbies was scaring her when she wasn't paying attention.
"You alright?" He chuckled, grabbing her hand and squeezing.
"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?" She squeezed his hand back.
He sent her a small grin and nodded his head in understanding. His question was purely rhetorical and he wasn't expecting a real answer and she replied accordingly.
He brought the back of her hand to his lips and asked, "You ready for this?"
Max inhaled deeply and went to twist her wedding ring when she remembered that she took it off weeks ago. She frowned at the indented space on her left finger.
"No but let's get this over with shall we?" She unlaced their fingers and wiped the invisible dust off of her dress.
They walked in tandem to their designated courtroom and went to their respective sides in front of the judge. Their attorneys were already present, conversing amicably with each other.
