Title: He still called her Mary
Summary: He still called her Mary. He hadn't changed. He wouldn't change. Post Chilton Drabble.
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He still called her Mary. He still smirked at her, the way he used to do back in those early days. She never told him this, but his smirk had been what made her fall for him. She didn't quite understand it herself. He was everything she detested in a man but still he made her heart beat faster.
She was his. When she criticised him, called him names because he wouldn't stop harassing her, she had been his for the taking. He didn't know. She made sure he wouldn't find out because then there would be no way for her to keep her walls up. One of those trademark grins and the stones would already start crumbling anyway.
Of course he had found out in the end. He always did. He had taken her, swept her off her feet and she had let him because in her heart there had always been this crazy little thing called hope, fluttering whenever he laid eyes on her.
Her hope had never quite faded. She wasn't sure if it ever would. No matter what he did to her, no matter how many times he laid eyes on other girls she would always hope for him to come to his senses and realise just what he had at home.
She wasn't sure he did. Sometimes he came home and he kissed her, lifted her up and spun her around but there were always those gnawing moments of insecurity. The times he came home late, the way he smelled like women's perfume.
There were always excuses. He had had a conference, and yes of course there were women there, so why wouldn't he smell like them? She trusted him, right? She surely knew he had changed? He wasn't the same person he had been at Chilton!
She wanted so desperately to believe him. She tried so hard. She ignored all the clues that there was something wrong. When her best friend told her she had seen him with another woman she ignored it, stopped talking to that friend. When she saw lipstick on his collar she put his shirt in the washingmachine so it would be gone.
She was his Mary. He still called her his Mary. His little innocent girlfriend.
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