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Maria Unearthing.
Her words had been like a heater on a cold night, spreading waves of warmth to the iciest parts of him, he was left in such a daze that he couldn't manage to maintain eye contact, he already felt his disguise slipping. For a brief moment, he had believed her, forgetting that all of this was a sham, merely a sham. Why was she so good with words? Why was her deception sweet enough to almost cost him his defense? Jackson slowly lifted his hand from Maria's, feigning full concentration on his father when, in reality, the words he spoke floated by his eyes and deep into the unknown. He stole a quick glance at her from the corner of his eyes, and he was relieved to see the tension lifted from her face. Maria had been nervous, as expected of anyone within their right senses, to talk with his parents — he'd be too if he were in her shoes. It was at that moment it hit him that he had never once asked about her parents, relatives, or even friends, anyone at all that would be affected b
Maria Battleline?
The smile on his face completely vanished as soon as he talked. The look he had on him was quick to tell Jackson that it was something serious, and whatever it is, he had to let it out. Jackson poured Harry a glass of whiskey and for himself, he got a can of soda. Alcohol, he was convinced, is his worst enemy. In one heavy gulp, the glass of whiskey was emptied by Harry and he poured another, downing it at a go. Jackson was surprised, Harry hadn't appeared to be a heavy drinker. He and Alcohol couldn't ever be found in the same sentence. This, this was different and weirdly disturbing."Take it, easy man, are you okay though?" He attempted to snatch the glass from Jackson's iron grip, but he yeeted, stretching his arm further away from Jackson's grip. "I am okay, I am okay," his words had begun to slur. Harry was just another man who had no tolerance for alcohol like Jackson, but he handled it better. Harry's brows furrowed and his angular jaw clenched, the stare in his
Maria Official
Maria lay on her bed, completely eaten up by the thoughts of what had happened the day before. That question was the eye clearer she needed to realize she bore no connection with anyone in the world, she was all alone, a chess piece in a huge game of scramble. How awfully unfamiliar that felt. The only person she could mention she had severed their connections in the hopes of becoming something bigger, something better. Maria thought if her craving for relevance was what drove her, or if her passion was driven by the insatiable urge to be seen. It was on days like this that getting out of bed was tasking, and she had no interest in performing any tasks, so she slept there, allowing the thoughts to drift her farther away. Thinking about who her parents were had always ended with the notion that they weren't alive, but what if they were? What if both or one were alive somewhere living their best lives with no thought of the poor kid that was dumped in the orphanage? What if the reason s
Maria A day to Mrs. Jones.
"What? That's absurd. How could bring up having a wedding out of the blue?" She yeeted from underneath it, giving a reasonable amount of distance between them, to catch her breath and hope her blood-flushed face returned to its normal color. He chuckled, making fun of her action but deliberately ignoring her words. Jackson returned to his initial seat like his aim had been reached."Hello...lover boy?" She waved, almost slapping him across the face, "listen to me, okay? What do you mean by 'wedding' and 'tomorrow' in the same sentence?""You look as red as a tomato right now, are you sure you won't fall in love with me before our contract ends?" He teased, feigning ignorance to her questions. "You're so full of yourself," her eyebrows furrowed, "if I were to fall in love with anyone, it most definitely won't be you...cause you are not my type, okay?" She watched his brow raise in a question, "Don't- don't ask me what my type is 'cause I don't know yet...I'm just sure it couldn't
Maria Compromised.
"Hi, I'm Maria and I'm getting married today," To the mirror before her, Maria said as she tucked her hair away, not sure of what to do with it. It was finally D-day to finally seal the contract. Nervousness rose from the pit of her stomach, but she only had herself — she was her support system. In about thirty minutes, she'd be headed to Jackson's, and just like he had indicated in the text he sent, it was nothing extravagant, all they had to do was recite the fake vows and hit the nail on the bull's eyes. The most important part was the certification made available, nothing else mattered.Maria felt less and less enthusiastic as she fell on her back, lying straight up with urgent eyes rummaging through the ceiling. There were times when she almost faltered, wondering if all of this was worth the struggle, and there were times when she felt like she really couldn't go on anymore, but she knew she had to, she'd come this far already. She styled her hair into a quick ponytail
Maria Hell of a day
She was rendered utterly helpless by the sight of people that rushed in, with cameras flashing ceaselessly and interwoven words her brain wouldn't dare interpret. It was complete chaos in there, her heart thundered vehemently and her vision began to blur because of the light that came with every picture that was taken. This wedding was planned secretly, how then was the location compromised? But that was the last thing to think about as they neared, with their recorders, cameras, and filthy mouths filled with questions. Maria was appalled by this, that people wouldn't think twice before disrespecting others. Jackson pulled her behind him and she cowered, wishing the ground paved way for her to crawl into as waves of nausea mixed with terrible anxiety hit her. From the redness of his face, she could tell he wasn't handling it so well either, the hand that held hers as they backed away shook terribly, involuntarily and it scared Maria. The father was as stunned as they were, h
Maria A night with the wrong man.
Her eyes fluttered open to a blinding ray of light, after which she felt a throbbing ache in her temple. She pressed her limp hands against her head, groaning as she sat up, looking around the unfamiliar environment and the king-sized bed on which she sat. The room was twice as big as hers, dulled with matte oil paint, and the bed she was on rested at the edge of the spacious room. She couldn't collect her thoughts, or how she ended up there. Maria struggled to the edge of the bed, steadying her leg against the plush rugs that tickled her feet, more waves of nausea hit her as she stood to her feet which made her rest on the wall for balance, trailing it until she was halfway out of the room."Maria!" She heard, images flashing in her mind as she began to recollect what had last happened. Piece by piece, the fragments of her memory became a full image in her head. Harry, it was Harry. Fear washed over her as a shiver skittered down her spine, she had passed out in the car, then here sh
Maria Turmoil.
He had thoughtlessly raced there, void of thoughts or cognition, just the screaming voice in his head replaying Theo's words, over and over. His wedding had gone horribly wrong, but this- nothing could be worse. He pulled into the hospital driveway, not waiting to park properly, he stormed into the hospital. He had lost his house, the little left of his privacy, there was no way he could handle losing his mother. He could barely make out words, in his head, a thousand of them squeezed their way out of his mouth, but were too inaudible to be heard, the look of horror on the young nurse's face as he tried to describe his mother or Theo completely through him off. He was afraid, irrational, and mad that she wouldn't preternaturally decipher what he tried to say. "Jackson," a careful, familiar call caused him to turn, it was Theo. "Over here," he ushered as he stood in the corridor, his hands folded and resting on his chest. "Where..." He swallowed, his head giving thunderous
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