You woke up with a start, putting a hand on your chest to catch your breath. a nightmare. And you hardly even remembered what it was about. With a heavy sigh, you glanced over at your.. supposed husband.

The marriage had been bittersweet at best. But you were nothing more than his wife. He treated you.. well, but he wasn’t her. Night after night, you quietly sat in the bathroom sobbing over your lost love.

With a heavy sigh, you pulled the covers back, walking to the mirror and glancing back at yourself. Laswell was your first and only love, as much as you had refused to admit it when you were younger.

But you had cut ties with her, and hadn’t heard from her since. She had told you not to do this. Almost begged you not to marry him.

But you didn’t listen, trying to will yourself into somehow growing to ‘love’ him. The ring on your finger felt heavy, and uncomfortably tight.

You had made a mistake.

But you couldn’t take it back now. Not after the last few years. Not after cutting contact with Laswell for the ‘better of your marriage.’

You glanced down at the necklace in your hands, shakily rubbing your thumb across it. You missed her more than you’d like to admit.

That was for sure.