I couldn't get this idea out of my head, so i thought i'd share it with you all, i hope you like it :)

Perfect life?

Do you ever get the feeling you've made a massive mistake?

The feeling when you can do nothing but suffer, because at one point you wanted it?

It once made you the happiest person in the world until true personalitys were finally revealed?

You want out, but it's too late?

Too much has happened, too much hurt has been caused, all that's left now is to live with the consequences of your actions and hope that one day, maybe one day, it will get better.

Sahira Shah felt this way, as she walked into work that morning with her 'Devoted, loving' husband by her side.

Devoted? Pfftt, the only thing he was devoted to was his control over everything.

Loving? The only thing he loved was himself.

But she wouldn't let anyone know this, in everyones eyes, she had the perfect marriage, perfect children and a perfect life. She couldn't let people think she was weak, unstable, and absalutly terrified of going home at night.

She walked towards the lifts with her husband slowly walking by her side, he whispered into her ear

" I can keep an eye on you now ... Make your your behaving yourself ... you know what will happen if your not"He smirked at her expression ...

One of fear, resentment, and pure discust.

Rafi made his way towards his department and sahira made her way towards darwin, trying as quickly as possible to escape her husbands prying eyes, she saw greg in the distance, sat in the office, a confused expression played on his face, as he desperatly tried to complete paperwork, she knew how much he hated paperwork, he didn't understand the "number parts" as he liked to put it.

Sahira walked into the office and closed the door, before placing her black leather bag on the coat hanger, Greg looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and sadness, knowing that he couldn't be with her, he slowly stood up and walked towards her, she took a step back, wanting to keep a professional distance between them, just incase she didn't have the strength to walk away, when things got too 'Heated'

"Sahira .. listen..."

"Don't greg, it's fine, its all fine, im fine, you're fine, lets just leave it yeah, forget it happened, we have work to do, i'll see you in theatre"

She gave him a soft smile

The smile of a worn down, tired woman, she lent forward, ever so slightly, and placed her hand on his chest, she could feel his heartbeat, beating against her hand, she kissed his cheak delicatly, before turning on her heels and leaving the office to change into her scrubs.

Greg could only watch her leave, speechless, well and truely in love with her, but there was nothing he could do ...Well at least, that's what he thought.

He loved her, more than he had loved anyone before, he had never had a proper relationship, and thought love just wasn't for him, so he settled for one night stands, flings, but all that changed when he met sahira, she was perfect, everything he'd dreamed of, just she wasn't his to want, she was somebody elses, she loved another man, she ate sunday dinner with another man, spent christmas, birthdays and valantines day with another man, went to bed and woke up with that man ... the only problem was, he wanted it to be him.

Theatre was awkward, sahira and greg fighting the growing passion for eachother, whilst rafi was monitering the patient, making sure they were asleep, every so often greg would catch sahiras eye, whilst staring at her, and she'd smile, Rafi sensed the atmosphere and began a conversation

"Isn't she clever, you see Mr douglas, this is why i married her, she's so clever, this is why she's mine"

He said it as almost a fact.

Anger boiled up in sahira's stomach, she wasnt his, she was nobody's, she was her own person, and was not owned by anybody, she couldn't let him think she thought that, god knows what he'd do to her, so she just once again smiled.

Hours had passed and greg was no where to be found, she had looked everywhere, Keller, AAU and darwin, she was about to give up when she saw that the blinds were closed in the on call room, she opened the door and entered, there he was, sat on the bed, head buried in his hands, almost looked like he was shaking, she slowed made her way towards him, stood infront of him and placed her hands on his face, slowly lifting his face up so her was looking at her ...

He had been crying, his face was red, his eye's were bloodshot, he looked drained ... sad.

She croutched down infront of him ..

"What's happened greg"

She said in almost a whisper, whilst gently stroking his knee

"You've got everything sahira, everything, the perfect life, beautiful kids, and a husband who loves you to pieces, i'll never have that, don't you get it? You was the only person, i've ever felt like this about, but you're not avalible"

He said in his husky irish voice

She wiped the tears from his face and stood up, he looked at her puzzled, she gripped her sickly green top and slowly lifted it off, releaving her battered and bruised body, her stomach was black and blue with bruises, she dropped her top to the floor whilst tears fell fast and thick down her face.

"My life isn't perfect greg ... it's far from perfect"

She said inbetween sobs

He traced the bruises on the stomach with his finger, not being able to believe, that a woman so strong, so independant, was hiding such a dark secret, he looked up at her once more, his eyes full of love for her, amd hate and anger for the man that had inflicted this upon her, he placed soft kisses on each bruise, hopeing to make her feel just a little bit better, to know that he loved her more than life itself, to know he would do anything to stop what she was going through, she left out a heart wrenching sob, as the events of the previous night replyed in her head, how rafi had hit her when she said she said she'd gone to see her mother, but really had gone to meet a friend in a near by pub.

Greg was placing soft, delicate, kisses over every single mark she had on her, before eventually reaching her lips, she kissed him with so much passion, pulling him so close to her that their hearts were beating against eachother, he lightly gripped her waist, carefull not to hurt her.

She pulled away, and placed her head on his shoulder, and cried, she broke down, well and truley broke down, every emotion, every hit, every bruise, had finally taken it's toll on her, he carefully placed her on the bed with him, they both lay there, and he wrapped his arms around her, making her feel safe, keeping her semi naked body warm, she cried, and he held her, wanting her to know, he'd always be there for her.

She whispered quietly

"I feel the same way greg, i love you"

This was it, they had finally understood eachother, he had to help her get away, he had to be there for her, and she had to let him be there.

Just because someone looks happy and perfect on the outside, does not mean they are not falling apart on the inside.

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