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I wanted to stare at you but my eyes wouldn’t let me, they were blurry with tears and the top of my nose started tingling, almost like I was going to sneeze but I knew I was about to cry because you were so beautiful. You had heart stopping eyes and a smile like I’d never seen.



The whole world seemed to shift, it slowed until it was almost frozen and I could hear love songs in my head although the whole room was silent. A sigh escaped through your slightly parted lips as you smirked at me and I tried not to look stupid. I looked past the tears, letting them fall and wiping them away so I could see you properly. You held out a hand to me and took my own, lifting it slowly to your lips and kissing it gently, your lips were slightly warm and stayed on my hand for a few moments before you let my hand drop back to my side and stared at me. I forgot everyone watching and for a moment it was just us, all I thought of was you and your magical smile. I’d waited for that moment for so long and when it arrived I felt so nervous, my whole body was overtaken by butterflies and every time you held my hand they lost control and flew all around me.



“You look beautiful jelly baby.” You whispered pushing my fringe from my eyes and flashing me your smile, the butterflies smiled and flew around us as the vicar stepped forward and our wedding began.

He slammed down the phone. Who did she think she was? Rage filled him and he lifted the base of the phone before launching it against the wall, he’d kill her. He kicked at thin air, stumbled across the room and clutched at an empty bottle of jack daniels. How did these bottles empty out so fast? It was probably her fault. He smacked it against the wall too and went on in search of pain numbing nectar. It was all he needed. He didn’t need a woman in his life, he didn’t need a child. He didn’t need anybody, he just needed a stiff drink and a sleep. Then again maybe a woman would be good, just not one like her. It was so boring to have a woman who thought for herself, what he needed was someone easy.



Love was too complicated for a man like him. He wasn’t simple, just a bit impatient. He leaned against the kitchen door and pushed down on the handle, falling through he tripped inside in more ways than one. His head was spinning and his eyelids seemed heavy, he fell against the floor and hugged it. It hurt him but he didn’t care, it felt like home. Something familiar was just what he needed, he opened his eyes and saw a bottle by his side. Using the last of his strength he pulled the last few dregs from the bottom and fell back down to the floor’s embrace.



He was dying. He knew he was dying, this was what death felt like. He didn’t feel anything in his body, just an aching pain stabbing him constantly in his mind. Not quite a headache but still awful. There was a little voice in his ear, whispering small words that he could hardly understand. “Daddy.” He tried to move away but his body failed him. “Daddy.” He wanted desperatly to stir, he wanted to escape but somebody held him down. The floor wouldn’t let him go. “Daddy.” He wanted to tell the child to shut up, he wanted to silence the small girl but she wouldn’t be denied. “Daddy.” His eyes closed, his hand stopped jerking and his breathing ceased. “Daddy.” Briony had got the better of him and for the last time George had ignored power, bad idea.

Notes: I remember the exact moment this was written, would you like to know when? Sure you do. Okay, so I was sitting on a bench at sixth form in the pouring rain stuck for what to write, my English teacher ran past clearly trying to escape the rain and I thought…. “Hum, running.” and this happened. Basically, it’s a spin off of my Leyve story that you have no idea about. She is chasing after a man. I didn’t chase one, obviously but seeing one running gave me the idea for one of my best loved pieces, seriously, everyone knows me for this one. So erm…thank you very much, I won’t attempt to spell your name because I hate not being able to do something.



The dark sky seemed to brush against the tip of the trees as she ran to catch up with her lover, the thunder chased her with angry and spiteful screams. Rain attacked her from above, desperate to hold her back and prevent her from reaching the impossible dream.



‘That is all this is’ she told her self as she sped forwards to capture her lost love. Was this a dream? Perhaps a nightmare? It had to be, for no dream would keep her from all that she desired.



All that she desired was getting further and further away, unable to hear her cries of desperation and agony. She called out once again but her voice was stolen by the storm. Her tears intertwined with raindrops to create a hanuting tapestry of moisture that seemed to drown her.



Every step became harder, every movement drained more and more energy from her aching body until she worried she might stumble to the ground. The cold floor would punish her for the hundreds of mistakes and the millions of stupid things she regretted saying.



She deserved it, she had abused his affections, taken his love for granted and been a bad mistress. How dare she think she had a right to complain when he went back to his wife?



After all, he was a man and as every woman knows, men have needs. If she couldn’t fulfill these needs then another woman would take great pleasure in doing so.



Intense pleasure in fact, he had always been good to her, but she had evidently failed him in more ways than one. Shame tugged at her jacket as she continued running against the storm.



It wasn’t even his other women that bothered her, it was the fact that her mother had been right. He had broken her heart after all and now it was up to her to mend not only her heart but their tarnished relationship.



She stopped, chasing after something she could not catch was a pointless exercise. He stopped too, turning towards her with his usual smirk fixed in place. It was sickening yet oddly sexy.



“I’m sorry.” She wailed throwing herself into his arms, he closed them around her and she knew that once again she was trapped. She didn’t mind, as long as she was his once more. He gently kissed her forehead before leaning down to her ear.



“And so you should be.”