y to leave. Her two suitcases that she had spent the past week filling

she felt. After five years, five years of giving her all to a man who didn't even appreciate it

year, returning it to the lonely room it was the first night she slept in it. She thought that she would at least spend her wedding night with her husband, bu

ntions were to walk away without looking back, but when she got to his room, she found herself

e would just look around, but slowly she began to make little adjustments. They were barely n

and not just in his room, but everywhere else in the house. It took a lot of work but she got it done. He always wanted her out of his hair, his a

elf the leisure of taking one more l

andles everything. Today however, she asked every single one of them to report to work. She informed them that their services would be required for all

ile. She was the one person that knew quarter of what she went through, and

you arou

her good bye as she w

leased, she felt like she could breath again. It felt like she was relieved of a burden s

he going to delude herself of a happily ever after? She let the tears drop, they were both sad and happy tears. Sadness fro

d him off for a girls' night. He tried all he could to get her to stay with him, but she so coyly shut him down and the last thing h

ays there, her presence, her scent, her hair, everything about her keeps inva

ayed in the hotel." He mumbled as he grabbed the door handle. After Charlotte turne

darted to the staircase, hoping to catch her running down the stairs, but he was met with an empty staircase. His brows knitted to

and he halted, his frown deepening. When was the last time he saw them? It felt foreign and strange coming back and being welcom

. Almost immediately, Marie walked out of the kitchen and a smile formed on his lips. Marie was the oldes

id, taking over the respons

food before him, a pleasant smile on her face, and he sho

opped the spoon softly, and it took everything in him not to spit the food out. "Who made this?"

th it?" She asked, her eyes darti

the spoon tightened. He survived many years on Marie's food

absence. Not welcoming him is one thing, allowing him to feed on something so awful is

terrupting his train of tho

Where i

face and she cleared her throa

back at Marie, "left to wher

to give you this." Asher immediately reached out and took the enve

into a frown, his eyes darker than the black suit he had on. When he was do

ack before sunrise or you can all consider yourselves