Chapter 8:

*Myra's POV*
"Myra Arkwright!" the president of the campus announces at my graduation.

Everyone cheers, especially my group, as I walk across the stage with a smile to receive my bachelor's degree in History. My professional life is now getting started. Just I would have like to have Ryan here. Smiles and pictures are made before returning to the line.

This should have be a happy occasion, but it's not. Ryan and I are becoming more distant to the point of non existing. We still live with each other and keep on an image for Paranormal State, but it's not a courtship relationship anymore. Also I begin to appear on the show less and less because of him. Just too much tension between us.

"Congratulations Myra!" my friends each said to me, offering me a few small gifts.

"Thank you so much guys," I smiled to them.

I invited the one show I'm more closet to; Heather, Elfie, Katrina, Michelle, Chip, and Larraine. Five tickets were free, but I managed to get Lorraine and CHip tickets, but Chip had to have Ryan's because Ryan didn't want to come.

My graduation dinner is at a local nice restaurant where a few more people joined us there. I had fun, but deep down I really wanted RYan to be there to show me how much he's proud of me.

After dinner, I head back home with my robes in my arms by a taxi. I am glad to be home, but I'm not looking forward to see Ryan. The image of the demon that I encountered is the dark energy pulling out his inner demons to the surface. He's no longer the man I fell in love with. We haven't kissed in months. Ryan won't tell me what's going on and i am stressed out so my spiritual health is going crazy. That's not good.

"Oh no," I whispered in fear and eyes widened, arriving to the house.

The house's energy has gotten darker since this morning and I know for sure something's going to happen. Something bad.

My guard is up as my guides are ready for anything when I payed the driver.

I step foot inside and I am hit with Ryan's new energy, now stronger.

"Did you had fun?" he asked, not caring really.

"Yes, but I missed you," I smiled, hoping it will brightened up the mood. "I wore your favorite dress," I made a twirl.

The dress is a knee length simple black dress with a V neckline and black tights and black flats.

"You made the dress ugly," his words stabbed me.

"What?"

"We are done, Myra," he begins. "I have never been happy in this relationship."

"What, why?"

"You have been nagging, you aren't keeping your end of the relationship-"

"But I've been following your rules that you set for us," I am startling to freak out.

"Rules are meant to be broken."

I am shocked of his true feelings coming out.

"Are you breaking up with me?" I asked, feeling tears forming.

"Just get out. You're too weird for me."

My heart literally broke.

Our eyes meet again. No romantic trance, no warmth, nothing. No words are spoken as I walk upstairs while having tears run down my face.

I pack everything that is mine in two suitcases and a bag. My dress is replaced with black jeans and a tank top. Our relationship did had ups and downs before when he left to investigate there.

All of my emotions are hiding behind the tearful face. Dreams of being someone's wife and the mother of their children is now completely gone. Not just anyone, but being with the special someone.

All of my stuff is now packed up when I came across two items. A small cross and a small bottle of holy water. I sighed before placing them under his pillow, secretly hoping that it will help him ease his inner demons.

I am at the front door when I see him sitting on the couch looking through the channels mindlessly as usual.

"Goodbye," I whispered before leaving the key to the house on the coat rack.

The moment I closed the door and begin to long five mile walk to the nearest hotel in the dark, close to the dead of night.