Just when the grass was getting greener...
“JERK!”
That woman’s voice rang out through the canals like a banshee’s wail in Kaidren’s ears. A weepy, screaming mess. “You can’t walk away this time, I’M GOING TO WALK AWAY!” Good. That’s what I wanted you to do all along.
Those thoughts crossed his mind as he meandered home. A calm tempest growing to a dull roar as he approached his estate. The home itself haunting in its own way. Kaidren had redecorated and just about wiped all traces of his former wife from it. Yet the memories, they lingered. He couldn’t berid of those memories. Argus...that had given him an out, a certain freedom to express the anger, the guilt, the hatred for what had happened to his wife. To his child.
Just as he thought he was recovering, just as he thought he was getting better, making a new name for himself to better himself. She decided to appear. The wildcard, the unexpected nuisance to his recovery. Just like that...she shattered him. She screamed she cared, she screamed she cared for him, for Allison. But did she truly? Did she not see the utter destruction slowly swimming in his eyes like the Maelstorm trying to consume all? The burning white fire that slowly began to extinguish as rebirthed itself into a fiery rage.
Of course she didn’t. She was blind, she was acting a mad woman in public. Witnesses got to see her strike him, screaming at him to just fight back. To take her back, admit his wrongfulness. Why would he? He asked himself this as he went about the halls of his home. Why would he take that back? That screaming mess that struck him in the city? That wasn’t the ideal anything.
Then he stopped. Kaidren hadn’t realized where he’d wandered to. A closed off room, one he didn’t venture into. Not since their deaths, his wife and children. The memories came flooding back, all of them. His firstborn child, his wife. All that woman had done was remind him what he had lost. Did she not see it? Or was she trying to grasp onto a wounded mans heart in hopes to catch him off guard?
Kaidren lifted his hand, grabbing the doorhandle. But he never opened that door, to that tiny nursery for his child. His forehead pressed to the doorframe, emotions overwhelming him. This had been too much. It had all been too much.
But she didn’t see that.
(Music for this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nqhA8f1k8U because this for whatever reason stuck in my head while writing.)
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