Hey guys! You may not like Mara in this chapter, but she's hurting…

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Mara swung the purple bag over her shoulder. She was wearing a dark red long woollen shirt, black leggings. It was cold outside. Her hair partly up, she looked stunning.

"Please Jerome," she said, umbrella in hand, opening the front door "I won't be back for two days, I don't want to leave with you upset with me,"

Jerome leaned against the side of the door, arms folded, a cross look on his face. "You just don't think do you, Mara? You just do. But people don't notice it, because what you just do, is normally correct."

"Jerome-"

"What they don't realise is, perfect little Mara can make mistakes,"

"I never said I didn't,"

"But you never denied it!" he yelled

"I do! I do all the time!" She cried, looking helplessly up at him.

"You're taking control of our wedding," he sighed,

"I…I needed to invite him, Jerome. We've been through so much,"

"Can't forget about him? That's all I'm hearing. You can't forget about him. So you're inviting him to our wedding, because you're hoping he'll stand up and give you a reason to leave. And you'll leave with him."

"Jerome!" Mara cried, appalled at the idea "I can't believe you would say that! I am not looking for a reason to stop this wedding. I said yes didn't I?"

"Yes, but who did you say yes to first?" Jerome challenged, blond hair brushed forward, making him look like he did during his first few years in Anubis.

"Oh Jerome," she said, stepping forward and placing a warm hand on his neck "It's not like that,"

"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Face." He spat harshly. Mara's eyes widened, and she pulled her hand away, stepping out of the door quickly.

Never, never ever ever before had Jerome sworn at her. He knew she frowned upon it when he used it once in a while. She stared at him in shock. Just how much had she hurt him?

But her shock quickly turned to anger. How dare he? How dare he accuse her like that? How dare he swear at her like that?

She shot him her best glare, then turned and walked away.

Jerome watched her. Regret flooding through him. He hadn't meant it! He hadn't! He was just jealous and scared.

He wanted to call her back and say sorry, to hold her in his arms. But he didn't have the voice, didn't have the determination. Instead he watched her leave, knowing he would only think of her until she returned.

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"You look nice," Edmon commented easily as they both sat in the hotel's restaurant. Mara had to book a hotel, because he was so far away.

"Thank you, so do you," Mara smiled. Edmon took a sip of water

"What's wrong Mara?" he asked. Mara sighed, looking at him

"Is it that obvious?" she asked shyly. He smiled at her

"No, I just know you,"

Mara then went on a long rant, explaining everything. How Jerome had accused her, how he lied to her, how he thought she was always going to do something wrong. How he thought that she thought she was perfect.

Edmon nodded along, listening, agreeing with Mara quickly. He had forgotten about trying to get into a fight with her, instead he was finding it hard not to listen to everything she said.

"Mara," he warned, eyes filled with some sort of alarm. "Are you sure you ought to drink another one?"

It was about 8pm now, the stars shone brightly through the large windows. Mara had drunk a fair amount now. And Edmon new she got drunk quite quickly.

"Whyyyy?" she slurred smiling at him, eyes sparkling.

"Because you've had lots," he matched her happy tone.

"You're right." She summed up, placing her glass down then standing on wobbly legs. "Willyoutakemetomyroom?"

"Sure," he said, standing, escorting her up the steps and up to room 46. "Are you sure you'll be alright?"

"I can't find the key." Mara pouted. Edmon laughed, the corridor lights bright. He took her bag off of her and searched for the key, he unlocked it easily and they both walked inside.

It was a nice room, with a large window and balcony. The dark blue sky contrasting well with the white stone.

"Edmon," Mara whispered, catching the front of his shirt and pushing him against the now closed door, she took a deep breath "You smell nice,"

Edmon swallowed nervously, eyes wide. "I-its cologne," Mara breathed in again

"I like it,"

"Th-thank you," he mumbled, feeling her pressed up against him, something he thought he'd never feel again.

He looked down and met her glazed over brown eyes "Kiss me," she whispered up at him. His eyes widened and he pushed her away

"No Mara. You're drunk. You don't know what you're doing,"

"I thought you liked me," she cocked her head to the side and Edmon sighed

"I do bu-" He didn't get time to finish, because she forced her lips onto his, running her hands swiftly, clumsily through his black hair, pulling him closer.

He moaned into her mouth, part of him wanting to pull away. Unfortunately the other part wanted greatly to continue. He lifted her up and she immediately hooked her legs around his waist, he led her to the bed, and collapsed onto it, he stuck out one arm so he didn't crash his weight into her.

He was panting heavily, oh god he'd never thought this would happen. Never.

He didn't have time to think because Mara brought his lips back down to hers, making the most amazing sounds. He pushed his knee into her groin slightly and she arched her back, they were both panting now.

"I love you Mara," he whispered "I've always loved you. I will always love you,"

Mara said nothing in response, only placing butterfly kisses along his jaw and swiftly, clumsily undoing the buttons on his shirt.

Edmon closed his eyes, relishing in the feel of her fingers. "Edmon," she whispered, running her flat hands up and down his chest "I've missed you,"

"Do you love Jerome?" he asked in a husky voice, kissing her neck gently

"Who?"

"Jerome."

"Oh…." She trailed off, tilting her head to allow him more access. "I don't know. Do I?"

He smiled against her neck.

Hey guys! Short I know! DON'T HATE MARA!
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