Who we became

So Many Secrets

'Tonight's our three year anniversary' I thought in frustration as I looked back at the clock again.

"It's okay," I told myself, repeating the excuse I created again, " He probably just got stuck in traffic and his phone died, he didn't mean to be late. After all it's our anniversary he wouldn't miss this. He's on his way I know he is." But even as I told myself that story again I knew it was a lie. I had enough proof with Mars being late every night for months. I knew it was a lie. That's why as I watched minute by minute tick by, it became harder to stop the quivering of my lip and the blurring of my vision. "He's on his way." I repeated again fighting back the tears gathering in my eyes.

'When did we grow apart. Was I not good enough for him. Where did I go wrong. I just wanted to make him happy.' I thought to myself as I sunk down to the floor letting my insecurities take over. 'Was I not pretty enough. Did I get too fat.'

The negative thoughts continued to race across my mind egging on the already flowing tears to leave more streaks down my face. I sat there for what felt like hours and cried until I had no more tears to cry. Then I just sat there, in the middle of our kitchen, feeling numb knowing my face was red and my eyes were puffy and bloodshot. I just sat, the clock kept making that incessant ticking noise that reminded me of just how little he cared.

'Maybe I should just leave. Have him worry for once, or make an opportunity to see if he does care.' Just as I thought that the door creaked open revealing a very tired looking Mars. He turned on the light and shut the door behind him before seeing me.

"Baby? What's wrong sweetheart?" He asked frantically making his way over to me and where I was sitting on the floor. Once he reached me he bent down cautiously and attempted to set his hand on my cheek.

"Don't touch me." I hissed quickly sliding away from him. His brows furrowed in confusion as hurt becomes evident in his eyes.

"Is something wrong?" He asks quietly, as if he's afraid to I'm going to run away again.

"Where were you?" I said gentler this time. My voice threatening to break with the weight of unshed tears on the verge of falling once again.

"This is what you were upset about?" Mars said his voice full of disbelief. "I thought there was something wrong you scared me."

"Where were you?" I asked in a harsher tone.

"Does it really matter. I'm home now."

"Of course it matters," I spat finally standing up, "It's our three year anniversary and you can't even be bothered to call me."

"Oh shit. That is tonight isn't it" He mumbled under his breath. I shook my head in disbelief.

"Get out." I said quietly not wanting to waste my energy on yelling.

"What? You can't be serious. Sweetheart think about it. I was just one time."

"One time?" I asked in disbelief my voice's volume steadily rising. "You think I didn't hear it those nights you would come home in the middle of the night. You think I couldn't tell you were becoming more distant? I said get out. I'm done with this."

"Can't we just talk it out? I love you we can get through this." Mars pleaded.

"I SAID GET OUT." I screamed not wanting to listen to excuses anymore. Mars flinched at my harshness. Then he left and I sunk down to my place on the floor once again.

'Why did everything fall apart?' I asked myself knowing full well I didn't have the answer. Little did I know that was only the beginning.

A/N

Hey guys sorry that was so bad. I'm trying to work on my technique. Don't worry the mystery aspect will come into play soon. Thank you so much for reading!