Almost Here
Chapter One - The Lost
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His hands clenched, as he tried to control the waves of pain beating at him every time her voice rang out.
Each never ending second playing through his mind like a broken record - that same face, those same eyes and that smile that had once taken his breath away.
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She knew she had probably been more than a little snobby today. Well not snobby, but high-handed perhaps.
But seriously, that man was just so damn aggravating! Like seriously! What was his deal! She wasn't asking him to wait on her hand and foot or to do anything to be honest - why couldn't he just let her stay without her having had to have Chachu make him?
He was such a colossal jerk!
Well, usually that is. Sometimes he was almost, tender - like when he'd seen her the very first time. He'd had that deer-in-the-headlights look, for a second she'd thought it was because he had felt that instant attraction she had, but it wasn't that. There was something else. Something that she wished he could just tell her instead of pissing her off and making her go over his head.
She wasn't there to hurt anyone.
Honestly, she just wanted to have some control over her life, and this was the only way she could right now. Here she was, getting married to a man she wasn't even in love with, and it wasn't like she could say no because there wasn't someone she did love. And she really couldn't even blame her family - they had given her so much time to find someone, but it just hadn't happened. Maybe it had been all those Judith McNaught's, or all the Julie Garwood's, but either way, she had thought when she met the man for her, he would have swept her off her feet, and she'd waited and waited, until she ran out of excuses.
And now here she was - Myra Mehra. Little Miss.Rich-girl. Miss. Not-a-care-in-the-world. And even here, so far away from the Upper East Side, nobody saw beyond that. Then again, she could hardly expect people to see something different when she didn't know any different. All her life she had had everything mapped out for her, the who's, the when's and the where's - and somehow amidst it all she'd lost herself.
She'd lost herself, and that was all she really wanted to take back from this place. A tiny piece of solace- and if she was very lucky, maybe even a tiny piece of her.
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The first time, he had almost believed it was her.
And it killed him inside that, even for one second, he had betrayed his Paro's memory, by even allowing himself to think it could be her.
Why?
Why would anybody do this?
Forget why, how could they do this?
How could any God, be this cruel?
Let him dare to feel again.
Let him dare to breathe again.
Let him dare to hope one last time, that the past seven years had been - A lie. A mistake. Anything.
Anything but the truth.
The glass of whiskey, he had poured, but not had the heart to touch, cracked in his hands. And this time, as he watched the blood seep through the mesh of glass and skin, he knew, with unashamed tears, that she wouldn't be there to tenderly wrap it up.
He knew.
But, he hated knowing.
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Author's Note:
Hello! This as you can see is my first foray into the world of RR, so if you like what you've just read - please do leave a review!
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