Michael was looking at Diane, desperately looking for the woman he fell in love with so many years ago. He thought if he prayed for it enough, he would eventually get it. She couldn’t have died. She had to be hiding somewhere. All he had to do was try to get her out.
Michael knew that Diane couldn’t have possibly meant what she said to him last night. She didn’t really want a divorce. She was just trying to hurt him for not spending enough time with her. She wasn’t really in love with that guy at work. She was just trying to make him jealous. This was just a test he had to pass to prove to Diane he was worthy of her love. If he succeeded, the real Diane would come out of the dark cage she was staying in. The sun would return in her eyes. Her soft as silk voice would caress his ears again. Her gentle touch would revive his almost dead heart.
Suddenly, Diane woke up. She slowly turned to Michael’s side, surprised to see him there. They weren’t sleeping in the same bed for weeks. She explained to him last night that their relationship was over. She knew it has hard for him to accept, but he had to. Gently, she asked him to leave.
Michael gave her a compassionate smile. Diane was still trying to punish him, he could tell. And he deserved it. His work was all he could think about for the past few months. But now he was determined to make up for it. He would make her fall in love with him again. He would give her all the love and affection her heart was craving for.
He jumped on top of her and started showering her with sweet little kisses. Diane tried to push him away, but that turned him on even more. He thought she wanted him to try even harder to prove his love for her. His lips started hungrily devouring every part of her body; his heart started beating faster and faster. He couldn’t hear Diane’s screams. He couldn’t see her distorted by fear and contempt face. He was lost in the sea of his love for her and he had no life jacket. He couldn’t come back, even if he wanted to.
Suddenly, his face filled with blood. The vase that Dianne smashed against his head was not enough to kill him. The hatred that he saw in her eyes was.
Maria is freelance writer at Helium.com and author of the poetry book ” From Hell With Love” and the short story book ”Press Delete”.