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The car stops and Eric opens the door for her. She comes done, placing one foot in front of the other. "Where are we" she observes the area"You said you wanted to buy something, so we're at the mall" he answers confused by the question. "Oh" she says moving her hair out of her face. She looks around exploring the area, from the clothing shop to the shoe shop, from sephora to forever 21. This place is amazing, you can find anything here. "Excuse me ma'm" a young girl in an apron calls out her name. "Would you be interested in a sample""A sample of what" she tilts her head a little"We have a new product that we're trying to promote..." she explains "We don't have time for this" millie says " remember why we came here " "Sorry I have to go" she walks away. Eyes follow her as she walks around the store. People wondering who she was, and why she was so elegantly dressed. But it wasn't just the dress, Emily is a beauty. Soft, pale skin that hasn't touched sun light in almost 10 y
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They drove around for hours, no destination, just warm breeze and vintage songs playing on the radio. "It's getting late, maybe we should start going-""no" she cut him off "But Mr. Charles said-""Don't ruin this moment with words Eric" she said sticking her head out the window. The wind blows her hair up and down and all around, into her mouth and eyes but she didn't care. She started to think of what her life could have been if she wasn't with Charles, all the places she could have gone and things she could have done. Those things were still possible, she could jump out of this car right now and run with the wind to somewhere far-far from here, far from Charles. But she isn't who she used to be, she's no longer young and wild. She's a mad old woman and running from her problems won't solve anything. They drove round in circles for hours just to pass time. Soon it was time to return home. "Your late" Charles sat in a dark room awaiting her return."I know" She answers nonchalan
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He arrives home, last as always. "Emily" he calls out, no answer. she must be asleep, he assumes taking of his jacket, then making his way to her room.He opens the door and is greeted with the smell of vanilla. The room is dark, a scented candle providing a deem light. He walks up to her unconscious body, moving her hair out of her face with his finger. She looks so peaceful. He thinks to himself. He lifts his gaze and looks around the room, it looks the same as it has always looked for the past 20 years, but something felt different, she's hiding something from him, he could feel it."What are you hiding" He whispers staring at her resting face. He turns his neck, to enjoy staring at her from a different angle. His smile turns to a frown, and he stands up and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him with no regard to weather he might wake her.He walks to his room, stomping one foot after the other. It's a mess, ever since Emily refused to do anything around the hou
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She lies awake, staring at Charles. He has his arm raped around her waist. He looks so peaceful, so calm. This was the first night she had spent with him in years. Old memories of nights they spent together lovingly in each other's arms flood her memory. "Dont forget the plan," millie reminds her She slowly frees herself of his grip and again starts searching his room. She quietly opens every cabinet, every bag, and checks every pocket in his pants and suite but finds nothing.Just when she was about to give up, she saw something from the corner of her eyes. It reflected the moonlight catching her attention. Something under the bed. She moves closer to it. It was a key, a gold key with a pink ribbon raped around it. "Hmm," she hummed, confused. She put the key in her pocket and made her way to the door. . In her room, she studied the key. It was bright yellow, no pure gold. Almost immediately, she remembered the large gold door hidden on the other side of the mansion.Her he
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Deemed lights, scented candles, and the sweet scent of lavender dancing around the room. She seats in front of her large makeup mirror, brushing her light golden hair, painting her lips devil red and anything to make her more appealing. Her blue eyes become flooded with water and tears start to overflow ruining her massacre. She lifted her eyelids to stare at her reflection. What she was; a middle-aged woman, with wrinkles under her eyes, and black tears flowing under her cheeks. No wonder he didn't love her. No time for tears. She wipes her face and covers her face with powder. He'll be home any moment now. The table is set. She put in extra effort today, to prepare the food, so they could eat dinner together while having a conversation about work, just like the good old days. A smile crawls up her face, just as the door swings open. "Another one?" He slams the door behind him, yelling at someone over the phone "Tell those assholes I just got home and I'm too exhausted to deal
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Sunlight from the window pierces her eyes. She opens her eyes and spots her beloved, wearing a black suit and getting ready for another day of work. He checks his phone after another ding drew his attention. He has his classic frown plastered on his wrinkly face, messages always annoy him, they always have something to do with work. But why is he smiling at this one, why are his lips curved upwards and his eyes glittering? Who sent him that message? His eyes glance towards the bed, where his gaze meets Emily's. The smile was washed off his face like it was never there, to begin with. She hides under the large soft sheets, ashamed of her wrinkles and dark circles. Before she can sneak a peak at him, he was gone. Sounds of the roaring limo fill the house, followed by a loud screech from the tires and then silence. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, being once again abandoned in this large empty house. Emily Hensley, a blond 46-year-old. Once a legend of the stage, now a happily marrie
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Morning again and her beloved is gone. He left earlier than usual today, he's probably sick and tired of her face.She doesn't take it to heart, she's sick and tired of herself too. This time she wakes up in her room. The room is luxurious and as wide as an entire apartment. She has large mirrors, wooden furniture, and many gold ornaments but he forbid her from keeping her old trophies in the room. Feet on the floor, she elevates herself from the bed. She reaches for a white silk robe, hung neatly by her dresser. She seats in front of the mirror, staring into her dead swollen eyes as she brushes her hair softly.She didn't realize that she had been crying last night Once again, she picks up the same routine. The same breakfast The same basement The same song The same dance The same loneliness The music leads her to her husband's room door, the door is polished dark drown and towers over her like a bodyguard intimidating her and stopping her from entering the room. She swall
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Morning has arrived and she wakes up to a throbbing headache. She squints her eyes in the direction of the large window bringing in unwanted sunlight.It is time to get up, and the sun doesn't care that she's been lying awake all night thinking about the mysterious phone and the sound of her mother's voice.She covers her head with a blanket, trying to fall back to sleep but her headache won't let her. She gets out of bed and walks to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She opens the cabinet to her left and pulls out some pills.The name, the expiry date and the ingredients were scratched out. All she knew about them where that they were blue and they help calm her down.She throws the pills in her mouth and swallows them with water. Her headache fights back and somehow gets worst."Fuck" she curses under her breath, groaning because of the intense pain. Suddenly her head feels heavy and her feet light, she loses balance and falls to the ground hitting her head at the edge o
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