Every tear that falls

"It's not fair, you don't have the right to reappear in my life and destroy everything I worked for, everything that kept me sane!", she cried out, her voice weak.

"Yeah, well, I don't think it's fair either to suffer torture for years, the only thing keeping me alive being the thought of seing you again, and then come back, and find you with someone else!", he screamed, angrily, his arms in the air. She gasped, looking at him with horror more than surprise. She watched him in silence as he dropped his arms on both sides of his body, sighing. His eyes dropped to the ground, as he said slowly,

"If I did not come back during all those years, it was because I was captured by the aliens who attacked us and killed everyone. I was almost dead, and they took me to do some experiments, find out everything about our attacks, techniques, physical particularities. They kept me for years before I escaped, 13 months ago. And I went back to where we lived, but you weren't there."

"I...I couldn't, I kept seeing you everywhere."

"I understand that. Then when I located you, you were, what, 8 months pregnant!?"

"Trunks, I...I needed someone. I thought you were dead, I was alone. I fell in love..."

"You told me you'd love me forever..."

"I did, I still do...I never stopped loving you.", she said, looking at him straight in the eyes. For a moment, they looked at each other, her silently crying, and him trying to control his instincts. But he just couldn't. He went to her and pulled her to him, kissing him with a passion that was part anger, part sadness. How he had missed the warmth of her lips, the perfume of her hair, the softness of her skin. At some point, he had even forgot how she looked like. It was only his love for her that kept him alive, only his need for her.

And while they kissed, she found herself weeping, pulling her closer to him, wanting to sink into his arms and remain there for all eternity...before it hit her; the reality of it all. She was married, she loved Sean, she was happy with him. What was she doing? She broke away from the kiss, taking some steps back.

"No...", she whispered, turned away and running.

"Marron!", he cried out. Running after her. In an instant, he was there, wrapping his arms aroung her waist to stop her. She turned around in his arms, trying to free herself, knowing it was useless, but still hystericaly trying to

"Let me go! Let me go!", she screamed, punching against his torso. He let her go, not wanting her to hurt herself, and she turned right back and ran away. He looked at her as she took off, bitting his lower lip, crying silently.

She opened the door and went directly to the bathroom. She passed her husband on the way, but she didn't even say anything, just closed the door beside her and locked it.

"Honey? Are you alright?", Sean asked through the door. He knocked softly when he got no reaction.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm alright...Just tired. I need to take a bath"

"You want something to eat after that? I mean, you haven't eaten all day"

"No, thank you. My appetite is not set for that yet...", she said, bending over the bath. As the water started running, she tighed her long hair in a bun on the top of her hair, and started to undress, just wanting to relax in the hot water. She heard Sean walking away, and she knew that the events of the day had been difficult for him too. He had seen her crushed, crying, then he had seen her leave without saying anything, then coming back and locking herself in the bathroom. She knew he felt hurt when she was in pain, he always did.... But strangely, she couldn't feel sorry for him, she felt guilt toward him, and that guilt was eating her inside.

And yet, when she closed her eyes, this kiss seemed like an absolution, a gift from heaven.

She got out of her bath and put her bathrobe on. She walked out of the bathroom and found her husband sitting on the couch.

"Baby?", she asked, going to him, her arms crossed over her chest. A fire was burning in the fireplace and the beige walls were orange under its light, as was his face when he looked up at her...He was crying.

"Sean, what's wrong?", she asked, sitting next to him.

"I...I'm sorry...Nothing's wrong, I'm just...It hurts to see you like this. But I understand why you are reacting like this, it's perfectly normal."

"I'm sorry, honey."

"No...You don't have to be sorry..."

She leaned in closer and kissed him tenderly. When she sat back in her place, he was smilling, looking at her with love. And she remembered why she loved him so much. He was everything she always wanted or needed; he was passionate, showed compassion, he loved her, he was a friend at the same time as he was a lover, he was smart, handsome...and he was perfect for her.

"Marron, tell me, who's this Trunks? He stopped by, he wanted to see you."

"Yeah, he stopped by the beach."

"So, who is he?"

"Huh...he was...", she started, planning to tell him he was some old friend she had lost contact with. But as she looked in his eyes, she knew it wasn't right to lie to him about that.

"My old fiancé. I thought he was dead..."

"You never told me about him", he said, surprised.

"Yeah, I know. I thought it was all behind me..."

"And are you okay with him coming back?", he asked, a little worried. She smiled with love, and kissed him once again.

"Yes, it's just that today was not a good day for that, you understand?"

"Yeah, perfectly."

He nodded then stood up, going around the sofa, still holding her hand.

"You wanna go to bed?"

"No...I'll wait I little I think. But go on, I'll join you in a couple of minutes."

"Okay"

He left and she was left alone, there, watching the fire. And she found herself thinking of him. Like always, when she was alone...she would lose herself in her memories of them, in her souvenirs. But now it was different, it was more out of pain and sadness then to find confort. And as she closed her eyes, drifting into sleep, she found herself crying.

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