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Summary: - 7 years ago he left to be with his wife. What happens when he comes back and everything has changed and the one person he left behind has moved on?N/A
Disclaimer: - Don't own anything. Blah blah blah.
Chapter one
There's one significant moment in everybody's life, where they know exactly what to do. But what if they got it wrong? What if, what you chose to do was the wrong thing? You feel obligated to make a choice that is right but that doesn't make it any less difficult, especially if the choice you made meant that you left behind the one person you came to rely on. The one person you love.
Hearing the phone ring was hash to his ears in the early hours. Opening his eyes to a fraction, recoiling when early morning sunshine invaded his sight, Neil Manson reached for the phone on his side table. Feeling disorientated and annoyed that someone was interrupting his much needed sleep, he answered in a harsh tone that indicated that he didn't appreciate whoever it was.
'Neil Manson.' Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rubbed his neck in a vain attempt to ease some of the tension there.
'Ok. Thank you. No, I'll see you at the station.'
Hanging up without any indication when he was going to be there, Neil trundled through his small home, rubbing the weariness from his eyes. He cursed when his foot collided with his sons skateboard at the top his stairs.
'Dammit Jake'
Making it to the kitchen, he looked at the sorry contents of his cupboard. He was about to make himself a cup of coffe when his eyes focused on one of the two solitary pictures on his fridge. The first was that of Jake when he was about six years old and the other was of the most beautiful person he had ever met. He took the picture of his fridge and cracked a small smile. Running his thumb over her face, Neil felt even more regret at the choice he made.
'I'm sorry. But she's my wife and it's the right thing to do. What we have, had was just a bit of fun, a fling even.'
Looking at the devastated face of the woman in front of him, he felt his resolve start to crumble and thought with a bitter heart that this has to be done.
'You told me that you loved me. Was that real or were you just fooling me into a sense of security? Can you really stand there and tell me that I mean nothing to you?'
'I'm sorry'
Harsh laughter reached his ears as the woman in front of him tried to make sense of what was happening.
'Yeah you said that already. I can't believe that I fooled myself into believing that you loved me. I stood there in your office and begged you, begged you to pick me. And for you now to say that everything we have isn't worth fighting for. You know what Neil Manson? You are nothing more than a coward and a liar'
'Please just let me explain. I……….
'Explain what? I got all I need to know. You know what, you go live your life with your perfect family and when it all goes tits up don't come crying back to me. So get out'
'Andrea……….
'I said GET OUT.'
Throwing the nearest object at hand towards his head, Andrea watched as Neil walked away. It wasn't until he got outside that he heard the heartbreaking sobs coming from the woman who he has just left behind. Driving towards his home, the tears started to fall.
It was the worst mistake he had ever made. She was right. The marriage didn't work. It lasted about eighteen months before they both admitted that they should stop trying to convince them selves that this was going to work. He still felt slightly bitter that she was able to move on so readily after there divorce, but he couldn't really blame her. He made the mistake of leaving Andrea, and now he was going to have to live with it. Whether he wanted to or not.
Ok so new story. At a bit of a writers block with the other one and I got quite a few ideas for this one and I'll post a.s.a.p so long as you leave me a review.
Thanks!!