*OPENING LYRICS*I own only plot.
Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor. I'm reaching for the phone, cos I can't fight it any more.
A very upset and lonely Mara had just been dumped by Jerome. She was all alone. It felt like all her perfect memories were on her living room carpet. She kept reaching for the phone to beg him to come back.
She paced her living room, restlessly. She sang songs, trying to be quiet. Whenever he wasn't there, she was broken. When he'd left her, she was beyond repair. He'd shattered her in so many different ways when he left her.
There was no way it could get much harder than what it was.
She was alone. She was broken. All the time, she was crying, she saw pictures of Jerome in her mind.
Him, twelve years old, shy with every newcomer except her.
Him, aged thirteen, resting against their housemother, who was beaming, her arm around him.
Jerome, seventeen, hugging Mara. He cuddled her and never wanted to let go.
Jerome, on his eighteenth birthday, kissing her.
When they got engaged, the day after their graduation, much to their friends' excitement and happiness.
Then the first times after their wedding, where they went diving and rock climbing.
That day. The memory of that morning. Finding out that she and Jerome were going to be parents. She'd hoped Jerome would be pleased.
Nothing of the sort. He'd told her to get rid of it, babies were nothing but disgusting goo dripping things.
Mara had cried and after a long row, he'd left.
She was hurting deeply and she had nobody to turn to. Unlike him.
He had his sister, Poppy. She would have openly accepted him. She had no siblings, her parents weren't talking to her because she had chosen to get married rather than follow a career.
That was her whole life. Jerome Clarke. Without him, she was just a living, breathing shell.
Jerome was having a party at Poppy's home, the whole street drunk and dancing. They were all really loud and really annoying, but because the whole street was there, it didn't really matter.
He didn't truly care that Mara was at home, shattered.
I'm not running, it's a little different now. Cos one of us is going, one of us is going down.