OK- these chapters are going to be really short because of the perspective changes- but hopefully that means I can post quite often.
S.O.S1- they will be together- eventually. I've read a few stories where he asks her for a divorce cos he's going to spend the rest of his life in prison, so I thought it would be fun to play with the idea that she asked him for a divorce. But it will have a happy ending (not quite sure how yet, but it will)
Ashleigh (still can't get used to that)- Sorry. And I didn't promise not to write sad ones, just ones were I killed or tortured Michelle. I will make it happy- promise.
She didn't raise her eyes, her face was focused on some indeterminable point on the floor as she approached me, her fingers grasping through her bag. For an instant, I wondered if this was a good idea. Maybe if I just got up now, turned around, I could save myself from whatever it was that she was afraid to face me for.
But then I saw her brush that single lock of hair out of her face, deliberately left out for my fingers. I settled myself into the chair, again trying out the smile that felt so very odd on my face.
It wasn't until she got close to me that she allowed herself to look at me, her eyes darting up, almost afraid of what she might see. A tear escaped her to join the others that had already fallen, and forgetting where I was, I reached out to catch it. My fingers found the cold glass that separated us, and not quite sure what to do, I left them there.
She regarded me, her face completely unreadable in a way it never used to be. Another tear, I wondered how many she had spilt since then, but this one she caught. Her fingers hesitated in front of the glass, but taking a stifled breath she forced them onto the glass. She smeared the moisture from her tears across it as her fingers fell down to her sides. The smile which appeared on her face looked as out of place as mine had done earlier, as if it was something that she had not done in a long while.
And looking at her face, that was probably true. Her eyes were filled with a weariness I hadn't seen in her, whereas before they had sparkled, now they were just completely devoid of any emotion whatsoever. There was a sense of pain in her countenance that just tore at me.
"Michelle," her name escaped my lips as a whisper, and was greeted by a very false smile.
"Tony, I..." There was an almost business-like air about her. I interrupted before she could continue, refusing to allow her to continue with whatever it was that she was going to say.
"Michelle... I am so sorry." Her head fell, another tear escaped her, and again my fingers were surprised when they met with cold, hard glass instead of being able to twist themselves through the stray lock of hair that traced her face.