Regret, anger, jealously-three feelings that ate at him as he sat on the couch of his home. He couldn't get fall asleep, how could it when he was in a wreck beyond imagination. He needed to be alone…away from the woman who was asleep in his bed. The wrong woman. The right one was probably in bed with another….doing Lord knows what.
David shot up from where he sat. He walked to the window and looked outside. His face mirrored in pain. He made a bad decision- the right thing to do, but he knew he wouldn't be feeling such agony if he had chosen Mary Margaret. They would probably in bed together instead of him all alone, avoiding his wife and Mary Margaret… David shook the thoughts- the images of Mary Margaret making love to another man, David's jaw made him sick….and oh so full of jealous fury to think about it.
She looked so beautiful tonight. It was a very different sensual side of Mary Margaret. He liked it a little too much. And she was there with….that man. They were there together, holding hands and touching each other, whispering and laughing secretively...seductively. David remembered the way they looked at each other and it killed him the way she looked at Peter, because it was the way she once used to look at she looked at him like the monster who hurt her, but there was forgiveness in her eyes, David noticed that right away.
This couldn't be the end for them. But it was. It was the moment he chose Kathryn over her. As long as he would live he would never forget the pain in Mary Margaret's eyes when he told her. It was a pain that would never be forgotten and he had caused. Pain wasn't in her eyes when he saw her tonight it was replaced by happiness and affection. Happiness and affection for the doctor. A part of David was glad she was happy, no one deserved happiness more than Mary Margaret did. The other part of David was full of hate and anger.
"David?" Kathryn asked behind her.
He turned around. "Sorry. I couldn't sleep."
"Come back to bed." She reached for him but he did not reach back. David looked away as her hands dropped to her sides.
"Im too awake to lay down."
"Do you-
-I'm going to go for a walk" Peter walked to the door.
"At 11?" she frowned.
"I… I need to get some air. Go back to bed. I'll be back in a little bit" he grabbed his jacket and was out the door before she could say goodbye.
Before David knew it he had walked all the way to Mary Margaret's apartment. He had to see her, to talk to her. He felt like he would die if he didn't see her right then and there. Little did he know that Mary Margaret was still out with Peter. But Emma was and she was not happy to see him.