Part II: Of Illusions

Remus made his way through the darkness and through the front door of the home that he had built with his wife, with whom he'd been married with for over a year now. However, after the first year of marriage, he feared that he was starting to see what she had been hiding and keeping away from him all along. The veil of illusions that she had put up before his eyes, had been slowly slipping away.

He slowly made his way through the darkened halls of hid home and made his way up the stairs. After a particularly bad argument that afternoon, he had walked out and had not come back until now. He'd wanted to clear his head of all the thoughts that were clouding it.

For the first year of marriage, everything was running smoothly. They loved and cared for each other. They rarely if ever got in an argument and when they did one of them would apologize and it wouldn't matter anymore. The first year seemed to be simply heaven, every second of ever day revolved around her and every second of the day she seemed to adore him. She was always so sweet and kind and he would have never thought that in a mere couple of months that things could become so ugly.

She became obsessive, possessive and she had to fight with his on everything. At first he gave up on the fights and would apologize and try to soothe her anger, and reassure her baseless flights of jealousy. However, he quickly tired of that. Whenever she fired up at him, he either fired back at her or simply left the room. She would even leave sometimes and be gone for days at a time and return like nothing. He often wondered during her absences what she did while she was gone, but he never asked. However, she was always more patient when she did come back and would bend to his will, a sign of her guilty conscious.

Of course her guilt never lasted very long. Peace in their home would only last for a few days at a time when she came back and it soon returned to its on going war. He thought that she'd been accepting of his condition when he first told her, before they even got engaged. She was perfectly fine with it, but now that he looked back on it he had to applause. She was after all a fabulous actress.

After a long day of peace and being able to sort out everything that happened in his life, he realized that he'd taken the leap of marriage without ever knowing her, through no fault of his own for she had always lied to him. She had never been sincere. Not even when it came to her own personality. She was so false. Although he had to admit to himself that it was partly his fault for marrying her in the first place. He loved her sure enough, but he'd never stopped loving Raven and he was sure that he would never love anyone as much as he loved her.

But despite it all, he realized that he couldn't continue on in this marriage. He'd even be better off dead then in the marriage. After all his marriage was a living hell and he didn't believe in anything after death. Therefore anything seemed a better option to him then to stay in the marriage. Of course that wasn't to say that he was going to commit suicide, after all he was only twenty-one-years old.

Remus slowly made his way over to his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She was lying on her side, her blonde hair rested on his pillow. He knew that she was awake, so he merely sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to say something. "Where have you been?" she finally asked after a long moment. Remus stared out the window, the light of the sky casting him into the eerie blue light.

"I needed to clear my head," he responded as he looked over his shoulder at her. She turned around and sat up in bed.

"That doesn't answer my question," she said as she looked at him.

"I didn't go anywhere in particular. I simply walked around. I just needed fresh air," he said as he turned away and looked out the window, neglecting to say that he needed fresh air because she was suffocating him. She'd deceived him and wasted several years of his life and a part of him resented her for it. Those were years that he would never get back. Not only that but she had completely ruined his previous thought of marriage and was sure that he would never again want to make that leap.

"Are you sure that was all?" she asked as she stared at the back of his head.

"Do you want to start this all over again?" he asked as he turned to look at her. The light seeping in through the window caused her blue eyes to sparkle.

"I'm not starting anything," she said defensively as she looked at him, even though she really was trying to start up the argument that they had earlier that day. She wanted to get in the last word, like always and as he'd left the house, she hadn't been able to accomplish that goal earlier.

"I'm not going through this all over again Selma. I want a divorce and whether you give it to me or not I'm leaving," he suddenly said as he stood up from the bed. She stared up at him and glared.

"You can't leave me," she said as she looked up into his eyes. He stared down at her and glared.

"I'm sick and tired of you constantly being jealous whenever I step in through the door. I have never done anything to make you think that I would cheat on you and yet you continue to harass me about every second of my day," Remus said as he looked at her.

"You don't need to cheat on me physically with someone else, for you already do it in your mind. I know who you are always thinking about, which I don't' understand at al. You would think that after three years you would finally stop thinking about her and loving her when she never even loved you to begin with," Selma said as she started to raise her voice in anger and got off the bed.

"I am not constantly thinking about her," Remus said as he looked at her.

"Maybe not, but it doesn't mean that you haven't stopped loving her. But you know what Remus; I will give you a divorce because it turns out that the chase was truly better then the catch. I'm just sorry that it took this long for you to finally let me go," she said as she looked at him. He merely glared at her as he turned away.

"Fine," he said as he walked out of the room, slamming the door, but inwardly relieved that he was finally escaping from the horror that he'd come to know as marriage.

TBC…