Continued from Part 2
The land was blanketed in a thick layer of snow. Cold and serene. The most beautiful sight he had ever come across. White. He pulled his eyes low and kept walking through the falling flakes. Freedom. That is what he came here for, and that is what he will find. Freedom from thoughts, from memories. Freedom from the past. He walked up the stairs of his dorm entrance. I don't need friends here, I'm fine on my own. He dropped into his unmade bed and switched on his laptop.
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It was late. She walked into her dimly lit room tired. And stopped. He was there, lounging against the table with a teacup in his hand. Sipping at it slowly. Watching her intently. She couldn't help but run her eyes up his long legs, flat stomach, muscled arms, eyes still watching her. Damn! She struggled at pulling her eyes away. Blood rushed to her face when she realized the thoughts that just went through her mind. He smiled that knowing, mysterious smile. "What do you want?" She couldn't meet his gaze. "Nothing, just having tea." Still smiling. There was too much electricity in the air. His aura was all over her. His scent pulled at her. Something broke in her and she lost control. It was like a watching a movie from far. She saw herself walk up to him, take the teacup from his hand and place it on the table behind him. And then she gave in to temptation. The kiss was sudden, warm. Intense. Blood rushed to her brain till she thought she would hemmorage. Time was lost. Surroundings faded out. Air left her lungs. Just that sweet taste, that intense need. The passion causing her heart to stop beating. She thought she would faint. That this would be the end. She could feel his warmth taking her in, his smell causing her to hallucinate. Reality rushed in cold when she heard a knock. She pulled away with horror in her eyes. Panic pooled in her stomach. They can't know.
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"What are you thinking?" She blinked in surprise. Her mum in law stared at her expecting an answer. She felt disoriented. It wasn't real. Just a flashback. "Nothing really." she went back to pouring tea for everyone. In the same tea cups.
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The phone kept ringing for few minutes. The shrill noise was grating on her nerves. Useless piece of invention. Finally she picked it up. "Hey sweety..." She flinched. Her husband was the perfect man. He has always been the perfect epitome of perfectness. He deserved better. He deserved true love. "Um hi.." Was it that obvious? Her disinterest? If only she could reset her mind somehow. Erase the past away. Then she could have a perfect life with the perfect man. She shut out her heart pleading with her. She had to make more effort.
For everyone's sake.
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"Yes?" "Wake up man, it's almost three in the afternoon." He blinked against the harsh sunlight pouring through his tiny window. Last night he had done than usual. "It's too early. Shut the phone." "No. Its very late. Finals are next week. Prep up." Shit. He jumped out of bed. Very very late. I'm in big trouble. He rushed to bathroom and splashed his face with water. Wake up dammit. Think of a solution. His brain felt like stuffed cotton. Filled with muddy goo. I cant fail again. My dad will kill me. Think think think. Tutor with friends? Too social. Study in library? Too lonely. How do I get started? What do I study? I need help! He suddenly stopped in mid-stride. Afcourse. She is the only one. She will tell me what to do. He quickly switched on his MacBook. What time will it be there?
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The clock struck 1 a.m. She had drawn up an entire study schedule for him. Was an effort taken her condition, but she had to help him out. He had no one. He was all alone. Excuses. She ignored her silly heart. Always coming up with things too outrageous. Afcourse she was over him.
She adjusted her pillow under her back and placed her iPad on the side. Lying in this posture for weeks haven't been easy. But she was determined to do the right thing. This is what will make my marriage true.
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I can have her. His heart screamed at him as he chatted with her online. She was always his and always will be. All he had to do was find a way. A way past her...false marriage. He had promised her he will wait till the end of time. And he had meant every word. If only she could see how imperfect her husband was for her. How much they loved each other. How perfectly they fit each other. He had to dive in right now. Right now! Before it was too late. "Do you still love me?"
A long pause. He had a sense of foreboding washing over him very slowly. Something terrible was about to happen.
"You need to know something."
He knew before she even said it.
"I'm expecting."
It's too late.
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