The only sound being heard on that Saturday morning was the clock ticking in the Anderson household. Thinking that if she twisted that wedding band one more time on her finger it would leave a red mark, Mallory abruptly stopped. Looking to her right at her nightstand, she saw the dried rose she became used to seeing every morning when she woke up. Sighing loudly, she finally rose from her spot on the bed to walk towards the window.
There he was, Jake Anderson, her husband, the supposedly love of her life. There was the man she gave her whole soul to. Watching him swallow his last sip of beer, his third one this morning, Mallory winced knowing fully well that her dear husband was getting worst every day.
Even so, it never once occurred to her that he might be a bad person. No, she knew that her best friend was still in there somewhere. But was his love for her stronger than his love for gambling and alcohol? Mallory didn't know and frankly she was scared of founding out the answer.
Looking once more at the dried rose, she let her mind wander back to five years ago when Jake proposed to her. She had been flattered but mostly scared thus her escape to Heartland. You know the story right? Well, not entirely.
You see, the truth is she indeed left Jake alone in Paris and flew back to Canada but her first destination hadn't been Hudson. And Calgary hadn't been just a stopover. She hadn't planned to stay there more than a day but something made her change her plans. What you may ask? Well, let's take a trip down memory lane, shall we?
Flashback
The flight to Calgary had been eventful. There had been a lot of disturbances on the plane making most of the passengers panic. Was it bad that the shock Mallory felt when Jake proposed had been greater than the feeling of uncertainness she experienced on the plane?
Stepping out of the airport, she took a bus heading downtown, ready to explore the city for the few hours she had before her next flight. Walking down the busy streets of Calgary, she felt lighter for the first time since Jake kneeled down before her. After visiting a few shops, she stopped in front of a nice looking gallery.
Art had never really been her thing but she could still appreciate a nice painting when she saw one. Entering the building, she felt surrounded by beauty. It was as if some of those canvas were screaming out a story. After a while of admiring those colorful walls, an employee approached her with a surprising statement.
"It's you!" the man said with both confidence and wonder.
"Excuse me?" answered a startled Mallory.
"You're her." He replied.
"I'm sorry. I don't understand what you're referring to." She said completely lost.
"Follow me!" he instructed her.
As strange as he seemed, Mallory did so, her curiosity getting the best of her.
What he led her to knocked the air out of her lungs.
"It is me." She whispered in shock.
Smiling up at her was her own reflection. A giant portrait of her younger self hung proudly on a wall as if it was the centerpiece of this gallery. She wanted to ask questions to the man next to her as to the meaning of this all but she seemed to have forgotten how to speak. Her mouth was too busy hanging open ready to catch any flies flying by.
Although, her shock was just about to increase by a soft voice coming from behind.
"Mallory?"
That was the first chapter of the story my friend and I are currently writing.
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