One of those random scribbles, which begin with a sudden idea and then transform into an approximately 500 word story. Sadly I do not own the characters, or Casualty as if I did Adam and Jessica would be happily married. Set after the death of Harry. Hope you all enjoy, and as I can now thank you all for the reviews on my last Casualty fic, much appreciated.
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That there'd be torn up photos and lonely nights. Broken promises for broken hearts.
There has always been an awkward sense to this relationship.
Once a fairytale from a torn, paper back book transformed into a magical relationship. An inner sanctum of belief and hope of a futile attempt at escape. A mentally abusive marriage at the core, stretched so far the nurse had escaped into town that one particular night. A coincidence? An act of fate? Always going for the latter in conversation, she was lead to believe they were destined to be from the start. Hot chocolate, conversations and… sex, a formality be known to even attempt with a stranger.
But he was no stranger.
He was a kidnapper. Creeping his way into the inner depths of her heart; slowly cracking at the protective layer of ice around her vital body organ as she slept… He had stolen her heart. Waking up in his arms, hearing his heart thud repeatedly through his chest; banging against his ribcage. The emptiness felt inside was soon replaced with an unknown emotion.
Love. A carelessly overused phrase; a strong positive emotion regarding and affecting le person beside you. A sense of undermining; underlying singularity as both individuals act together in unison to provide the comfort needed to grace on throughout the distant years. An intense emotional attachment - she could never break away.
Without her heart, how could she go back? Go back to the miserable and solitude life of a worker, brought in to cook and clean and forever obey the master of the three storey castle. The tragic storyline which reflected her life was bumped with the thought of children. Jessica Harrison had lived in the darkest realms of life for years hence, only responding with the one language she knew to decipher. The walking, talking contradiction of a macho swaggering doctor had translated to her all she needed to understand, the language of the heart speaking volumes to the lonely nurse.
Their love had been profound, etched to all watching the pair gloriously on their wedding day, a man in an expensive suit and a woman dressed in white - the perfect picture of happiness. Overshadowing them, however, was their past, a deathly creature creeping from the dark corners, the shadows of the unknown, waiting to pounce at the moment most vulnerable.
Ice: slippery, deceitful and it had torn an unfixable hole through Jessica's heart. Thoughts, memories would burden her mind and she would enter the shower looking to force those away - lock behind a door and swallow the key so as no chance of escape. It tortured her, and as long nails met with pale, intangible skin it bled, blood red and red raw. Love, passion, anger… Her anger, fuelled at the recognition of life, of being alive whilst her son lay in a tiny grave. Anger at her husband, for callously choosing his wife - her life full of sins - rather than their son, perfect and not yet awoken to the real world and the role he would play in its future.
They are mismatched inside; tangled together in a web of undeniable love and deceit as they take shallow refuge under the crumpled sheets and hide as life passes by. The bonds, broken as the tears flood into the sheets… the sobs heard by each of the occupants.
Trapped in a web of unknown emotions; enough to send her fragile state into ruins, her pitiful face buried yet even deeper into the tear stained pillow.