Frenzy
Notes: Modern AU! Part 2 of 3
Title: Still
Song: I'm A Mess by Ed Sheeran
3 months, 17 days.
And counting.
Diaval can still remember the day it all went to hell.
"I'm sorry, Mal, but I can't do this anymore." These were the words that signified the end of the best thing he's ever had in his life.
It was completely serendipitous, the way he met Mallory. Okay, maybe serendipitous is stretching it. He was the best lawyer in their firm, and Mallory Moor, CEO of an incredibly successful company, wanted the best in order to settle a court case that could have ruined the company's reputation. In retrospect, it was expected that he would be employed by her on one occasion. Diaval has worked for a number of high-profile businesspeople; defending the assets of all those rich bastards was what he made a living out of.
He's heard of Mallory Moor before he saw her in the flesh- of course he did his due research of the new client. Nevertheless, nothing could have prepared him for the woman who exuded competence, authority and strength in every move. From the pictures scattered all over the news and the internet, he already knew she was beautiful, but up front, she was unbelievable. Unattainable.
He supposed it was cliché that working with her resulted to a friendship. Isn't that what all those chick flicks center around? People working in proximity end up getting to know each other, befriending each other, falling for each other. Mal Moor, recluse extraordinaire, grew to genuinely like him enough to spend more time with him even after they settled the case against her company. Soon enough, the quick lunches changed into candle-lit dinners, dinners became sleepovers, and sleepovers became 'living together'. It was a glorious year with her- definitely the happiest he's ever been.
Diaval fell for her, hard and fast, akin to those romantic comedies he so detested. The punch-line, however, was that she didn't. True, she cared about him, maybe even loved him, but she certainly didn't deem him enough for her. Mallory had a revenge to exact, a goal to achieve, and a spurned love affair to forget. He'd tried, he really did. Diaval did everything Mal wanted, changed himself to anything she required, but in the end he was just a compartment in her mind whilst she was his everything.
Thus, he left. He left because he was tired of being not good enough for another person in his life. Mallory, who has long since mastered the art of indifference, neither flinched nor cried when he said his goodbyes. If she called him back, he would have returned to her side like the love-sick fool that he was. But she didn't. After 3 months and 17 days, she still hasn't.
So here he is, drinking enough scotch to turn his blood into alcohol, poring over his case files as if nothing else mattered. He hates his life, hates her. Yet, all he wants is still only her, and nothing about that is ever going to change.
A/N: Whenever I listen to I'm a Mess I always picture Diaval drinking his sorrows away. So there.
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