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"Bet you couldn't," Eddie bet childishly, Mara smiled

"Bet I could,"

"Couldn't."

"Could."

"Then do it."

"Fine." Mara picked up the juice that had been left out on the window cill for three days, it was now a nasty shade of green. She brought it to her lips and hesitated, a disgusted look taking over her delicate features. She took a nervous gulp and met Eddie's eyes.

"Backing out?" he asked slyly. Mara lifted her head defiantly and brought the glass to her lips, she began lifting it up "Stop!" Eddie shrieked before the thick liquid touched her lips, he grabbed the glass out of her hand and placed it on the table. "You were actually gonna do it?" he laughed

"I was, but I am immensely grateful you stopped me," she smiled.

"You know something Mara?" asked Eddie, they sat cross legged by the window. Mara looked up at him "I have a friend,"

"This isn't one of those stories when you use 'your friend' as a substitute for your own problem?"

"No," Eddie laughed "This is actually a friend. His name is…Edmon,"

"Oh," Mara looked down.

"Yeah…" Eddie sighed "Mara, you get he loves you, right?"

"Eddie-"

"Mara I'm not trying to build him up. But you know he loves you, and you love him right? I mean, I get you're with Jerome, but you loved him once,"

"I know Eddie," Mara shifted uncomfortably "I ju-just- I just don't know. All I know is, Jerome makes me happy,"

"And you deserve to be happy Mara," Eddie sat straighter now "Edmon feels, invisible, and that you're the only one that actually see's him for who he is. No one, has ever made him feel that way before. And he always speaks to highly of you, with so much respect you'd think you were the queen or something. He hasn't been with anyone since you, and he only had the makeover because it was something he'd thought you'd prefer. He loves you Mara, loves you so much. I don't think anyone's love could compare to it. I'm not saying, dump Jerome for Edmon. I'm saying don't completely block Edmon out."

"He's back home now though," Mara sighed

"Actually," came a voice, they both turned to see Edmon standing there in the lounge. Eddie smiled at him "I found I couldn't leave."

"Edmon…"

"I'll leave you two alone," Eddie suggested, walking out. Edmon stood their staring at her.

"Mara, Mara please. Please don't leave me. One chance, one chance is all I ask for. Please, please just one chance,"

"Begging?" came a voice "You resort to begging?" Jerome walked in.

"Jerome please," Mara scolded, "Could you leave us alone for a moment?"

"What?" Jerome asked, appalled, he ran a hand through his well groomed hair "Leave and let him take you away?"

"Jerome please, just a few minute-"

"Never." Jerome stood tall, "You can say whatever you want to say right here, in front of me."

Mara nodded, and turned back to Edmon. "Edmon, how long are you planning on staying here?"

"As long as I can, Mara. I love you." Then he did something no one thought he would do, Edmon got down on one knee and pulled out a box. Jerome's eyes widened and Mara gasped softly. He opened the box, and a beautiful gold ring, with a blue diamond, was embedded on a pillow of velvet. "Mara Jaffrey, would you do me, the immense honour, of marrying me?"

Mara couldn't speak. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She stared at the ring, unsure what to make of the situation. Of her relationship, of Edmon, of herself. She let out a small whimper of pain.

Mara took a step towards Edmon's crouched form. She reached out and grazed the ring with her fore finger. Testing.

"Mara," Jerome whispered so quietly he was sure she wouldn't hear. But she did. She turned her head to him slightly, and their eyes met.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing? You can't be considering this joker?"

"Jerome," Mara shook her head "You don't understand," she turned back to Edmon now, whose eyes had never left her face. She tangled her tanned fingers in Edmon's black hair, relishing the feeling "Really?" Mara asked Edmon "You really want to marry me?"

"Mara!" Jerome cried, appalled

"I've never stopped loving you. I know we're young, but this was meant to be Mara. It was written in the stars,"

"Mara," Jerome ran over to her, standing beside her "Are you out of your mind? What would your parents say? What about me?" he turned her towards him "You can't leave me…" he shook his head, blue eyes glittering. He was only just realising what his life would be like if Mara wasn't with him. He would die.

"You don't understand Jerome," Mara smiled sadly at him "What we have is really nice, but that's all it will ever be, nice. And I want more then nice," Jerome stared at her, shocked. She raised her hand and placed it on his cheek, she was so warm. "Edmon is right for me, I can feel it,"

"Mara?" Edmon coughed, and Mara turned her attention back to him "Will you marry me?"

"Yes,"

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"Is this some sort of joke?" Jerome screamed at the sky, he was running through the woods, distraught "Are you messing with my head? Are you FUCKING MESSING WITH ME!" he was screaming now, tears running fiercely down his cheeks, blue eyes glittering dangerously. "All I wanted was her!" He sobbed loudly. And suddenly he couldn't run anymore, he fell to his knees, crying, still facing the sky "Do you try to smite me, oh mighty one?" he yelled at the sky "What sort of God are you?" he fell sideways onto the mud and twigs, curling up into a ball, more tears fell. "Is it because I never went to church?" he asked quietly, sobs raking through his body, make him shake "Is it because I never loved my mother?" he shut his eyes tightly, willing everything to go away. To leave him "Is it because I'm just plain mean?" the skies darkened "Is it because I steal?" his voice became louder again, a small amount of adrenaline left "Because I snoop? Because I'm unfair!" he fell quiet again. Nothing. He had nothing any more.

He clutched at the ground, wishing with all his might that he'd prayed to god, that he'd gone to church, that he was a good person. That Edmon was dead.

And it was a few minutes after he fell silent, that he heard the voices, hushed whispering. He sat up slowly, and listened.

Two voices. Two voices, and they were both eerily familiar.

He stood now, and crept nearer, watching his footing. He peered around the tree and saw Edmon, but beside him was someone who was dead. A dead person that was walking around.

"That means he's not dead." Jerome stated to himself, stupidly. He watched Rufus Zeno pat Edmon's shoulder, and give him a handful of money. "Thank you, Lord." Jerome muttered, removing his phone and pressing record.

Rufus had to have done something to Edmon, there was no way that Mara would actually ditch him. Edmon had done something, poisoned her.

Jerome would go to Sibuna, but he would have to make sure Mara wasn't there.

"I suppose watching me fumble, amuses you?" Jerome whispered to the sky, a small smile breaking onto his face for the first time that day.

Hey, I was unsure how to end it. Sorry for the whole, 'smiting God' thing, I'm not against God or anything, it just felt like it would fit.

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