Fuse

one | our forever

S P E N C E R   J A M E S O N

His hand grasped mine. His thumb ever so gently caressing the soft skin on my palm as his dark blue eyes gazed into mine. "I promise to trust you and respect you as your own person."

"I promise to share with you my time, my attention and to bring joy and strength to our relationship. I promise to keep myself open to you, encourage your dreams and help shoulder our challenges,"

"But most of all, I promise to love, honour and cherish you, in good times and bad — completely and forever."

His plump lips lifted into the most captivating smile as the priest announced us as husband and wife. This was it, the moment our dreams come true, the moment our lives began together.. forever.

My eyes snap open and I glance around the dark and cold living room. Suddenly I'm transported back into reality. My reality.

I wonder what life would be like if things were different. What did I do to make him change? Did I do something wrong? I just didn't understand.

My index finger trails over the diamond ring on my finger as my mind plays out different scenarios in my head. What would life be like? Would marriage make things different? Maybe he'll change once we're officially married.

Marshall was the love of my life — or so I thought. His dark blue eyes, his alluring personality, his good looks, his charm and charisma. I couldn't physically point out one flaw. He was everything I had ever wanted in a partner. He was trusting, loving, supportive and caring. He made me feel like the most important and most beautiful girl in the world.

So where did it all go so wrong?

After spending a two week vacation in the Maldives, we came back to see our apartment was sold. The large sign stood in the front of the complex and I remember looking at Marshall, wondering what exactly was happening. He didn't even exchange eye contact with me, instead he just walked up to our apartment with our luggage.

When I followed him into the apartment, all of our things were packed into boxes. Everything was completely bare. Obviously I was confused but Marshall told me it was a surprise and that he had bought a bigger place.. in New Orleans.

We were moving half way across the country... first thing in the morning.

I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye to my parents or my friends.

The next day we boarded a flight and landed in New Orleans. Just as he described, our new apartment was considerably larger than our previous home. Huge glass windows completely covered the wall space, overlooking the city below us. There's no denying how beautiful it was. I just wish he had told me before.

Marshall owns an insurance company and he opened up a branch here as well as a smaller one in New York, so this is one of the reasons, well the only reason that we moved. He needed to be here for the start up and to make sure it was running as planned and I understood that. He's always been so dedicated to his work, which is something I admired about him most.

Someone who is passionate about what they do and has a good work ethic is something I've always found attractive. He's always had goals and he makes sure that he pushes himself until they're achieved.

When he proposed, he promised he would do the same for me. He promised that he would encourage me and help me achieve things I once thought were impossible. That was his vow to me. Then he would make them again, in front of God and our dozens of witnesses.

But that was just another one of his broken promises.

The door opens and my jaw clenches, dreading what mood he would be in today. I hear the jingle of keys as he places them down on the table and I nervously wait for him to walk into the kitchen.

When I hear his shoes on the hard wooden floor, my heart starts racing and my mouth completely dries up. The sound of his footsteps grow louder until they suddenly stop and I can sense him standing behind me.

I cautiously glance over my shoulder and see him. His crisp black tailored suit comfortably hugging his muscular physique and his white buttoned-up shirt, rolled at the sleeves, coming to a stop just by his elbows.

His dark eyes are completely focused on me and his jaw clenches. "What's for dinner?"

I gulp, forcing out a small smile as I glance back at the plates on the counter. "I've made lasagne" I tell him and he scoffs, putting his brief case down on the table.

"Tie your hair up when you're cooking. If I see one strand of hair in my food I won't be happy." He snaps before disappearing into the bedroom.

I gulp back the lump forming in my throat and I quickly tie my hair up, then wash my hands before I place the food onto our plates as carefully as I can, making sure not to mess up the presentation on his one.

Just as I place both plates on the table he walks back in and sits down. "Did you have a good day at work?" I ask, trying to clear the tension.

"It was fine." He replies bluntly and I nod timidly, picking up my cutlery and cautiously begin eating.

Meal times never used to be like this. We used to talk, laugh, joke about different things and fantasise about our future together.

Nothing was ever like this.

Now that I'm in too deep, I don't know if things will ever get better.

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Short but sweet, chapter one is complete !
Ha. I'm a poet and I didn't know it.. or maybe I did??

I'm going to post little gifs of different characters at the end of each chapter because.. why not :)

I hope to see you again in chapter two.

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