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Jackson would never have come home if his mother hadn't insisted, forcing him to spend the night with his 'wife' like she had been aware of the marriage. He hadn't been in the right state of mind, seeing her that way had placed him on an edge, a place where everything else seemed like a discomfort. After another endolumial ultrasonography endoscopy, explained by the doctor to be a body that allows ultrasound pictures of the pancreas to be taken, he had a lengthy discussion with him. What he learned didn't help him feel better in anyways. It was a stage three cancer, which meant that the tumor had spread to other sites in the body. Surgery or chemotherapy gave only a fifty percent chance of survival, it was a win-or-lose situation. She could die. His mother could die. Like a slap to his face, that realization left a lingering pain. Now, Maria, he had hurt her, he knew he had, and it didn't feel right. He would have brushed it off, and acted like it didn't matter but deep down, there
Maria A slip.
Should she like it? She didn't know. It happened unexpectedly, but for many reasons, it was the best thing that had happened in months, her face flushed as she watched him angrily unplug the kettle. It made her wonder what would have happened if it hadn't made a sound. He came rushing back to her, she could tell how nervous he was just by looking at his face, and the way he stole glances at her without directly making contact. Then again, anyone would, especially after kissing someone they should be platonic with."So...breakfast? I don't know how you like your pancakes but I made them to the best of my abilities," he said with his lips curved upwards in a smile, those warm welcoming lips that Maria would like to savor again."Yeah, sure," she said as she walked towards the dining table with nothing better to say, she wore her hair down which made it easier to hide her red, rosy cheeks. She stared in awe at the food displayed on the table, some of the pancakes looked like victim
Maria Spilled
The worst, the absolutely unexpected thing had happened. Jackson watched Maria's face freeze as Harry's voice toppled through the room, punching with a raging intensity while he questioned their marital status. He wondered how long he had been there and how much of their conversation he had heard. Maria turned her face from Harry's to his, questions of what to do next clouded her shocked face but she maintained composure. Jackson knew this was something he should handle, Harry was his brother, after all, he was going to understand. Jackson stood up and walked to Harry, grabbing his wrist so they could talk privately, he felt that was best at the moment. Harry jerked his hand from his grip, anger obvious on his stern face, and walked to Maria instead like he had a business with her instead him, the brother. "What did I just hear you say? Is this a joke?" A wry laughter escaped his lips as questioned her with clenched fist. Maria neither bulged nor gave a response, neithe
Maria Drawing lines.
She walked out with an increased pace, widening her strides with the hopes of Harry not being able to catch up with her, she did not need any more forms of disturbance from him. His existence, plainly, was a form of disturbance itself. She walked through the corridor trying t remember where she'd seen the vending machine, it was definitely downstairs but everything seemed so similar. The whole of the hospital was smeared with white paint, a bright color that somehow spreads positivity, only the appliances were of different colors. Harry was not in sight, and she was grateful for that. Maybe he got the message and decided to leave her be. Her happiness didn't last a second."Over here." Harry called out from a corner of the hospital, standing before the vending machine. "I found it. I figured it would be better if we split up to find it, it was easier that way." He ranted, his hands tucked in his pocket.We? There was no we. Maria had two options, to walk away ignoring him lik
Maria Back to work.
He flung the phone to the other side of the chair grumpily, like Higgins's message had appalled him, whatever it was, Maria wasn't sure if it was going to be good for them, not after the paparazzi and marriage stunt."What did he say? Is there a problem?" She asked, tying her hair into a ponytail at the same time."They want me present tomorrow, with Natasha and a couple of other actors. I think the producers are going to be there." He had a habit of ruffling his hair at any slight inconvenience, "the project commences soon.""Oh." That was all it occurred to her to say, deep down, she was happy something was moving, and the faster the pace of things, the easier it got for her. She should be selfish and ambitious, she should be angry with achieving her goals and her rage-filled years of torture should fuel her longing, but why did she feel no better than a leech? He didn't even know her real reason for going through with the contract marriage."Are you okay?" He asked with worry wr
Maria Home.
She brushed Natasha's words off like they meant nothing, it did. Walking away from her even as her condescending stare pricked the nape of her neck. Whatever ploy she had in mind would have to wait. Her hand was still locked in Jackson's who stroked it with his thumb like he was reassuring her, and she felt ever so calm, so prepared for whatever might get thrown at her. She was Maria Gracia after all.Heads turned as the door was slid open, and her vision threatened to blur as different pairs of eyes pricked her skin, it was horrifying how silent and cold the office was. It was different, bigger, and wider than Sean's. They all sat around a conference table with different files scattered before them, Maria did a mental headcount, they were nine of them, seven of whom she had never seen, the other two being Higgins and Sean. She inhaled deeply, wishing for the sudden weight on her shoulders to lighten. Jackson led the way, leading her to a chair next to the one he settled on and Natas
Maria Meeting.
She hopped into the car and settled in the passenger seat, strapping her seatbelt as Jackson ignited the engine. The image of Natasha standing Jn the same spot was visible from the rearview mirror, her shoulder slumped and her face impossibly pale, she looked delicate, as though one touch would cause her to shatter. "That was brutal," Maria said slowly, owning the part of her that felt pity for Natasha, "she looks really broken, will you be okay making a movie with her?" Jackson shrugged with his eyes still glued to the road, his face held no shade of pity or remorse, it was the exact opposite, he looked accomplished. "I don't know, and frankly, I do not care."She tapped his arms lightly, " I feel bad about what happened, you're so going to be in trouble, what did you do that for?" Her brows drew together. "Because I like you."Oh wow. Compared to what he had said, his expression remained calm, he didn't waver, and neither was he nervous. On the other hand, she was praying
Maria Persistence.
"Jackson. My name is Jackson." He accepted the handshake of the strange guy and watched his brows crease then his expression fell back to normal. Jackson retired back to watching the ocean fold and fall to his feet."Jackson, uh...you have the name of someone I really want to meet, that guy took something from me." He declared with his gaze fixated on the ocean. "Lovely view, don't you think? The blue sky and the birds, I don't see that often."Where was he? Jail? Who doesn't see a blue sky? "It is very lovely, I must say," Jackson responded slowly, a smile growing on his face, but it was covered by the mask. "It's been a while since I've been out here, too." He confessed. He was always running around, hiding like an outcast in his own life. Scared to death of being apprehended like a criminal. His dreams of living free had been cut short by his career. Such a sad fate."You seem to have a lot on your mind, mate. Me too though. How about we do this, I tell you all of my problems a
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