Mare Maddox

Yet that day in particular, for some reason he had been alert to his surroundings; he hadn’t disappeared or melted into the floor of his home, but rather been compulsively working out and trying to maintain his physical state though he knew it would never change. Bizarre, how instantly he fell onto the old habits of his life before. When working out actually meant something. Marilyn’s texts had gone unnoticed at first, but as his phone continued to go off he could tell there was a sense of urgency that went along with them. He should visit her; he wasn’t sure what he could do for her, but…he needed to do something. Virtue instilled in him he did have a purpose and he did intend on trying in his afterlife.

He made his way over to her house and found it easy to slip in through the walls. “Marilyn?” he called out simply, making his way towards the only room he heard movement in. “You okay?” he asked, slowly making his way into the room. 

Opaline hues, surrounded amidst their seemingly speckled flushed foundation, were once again swollen with tears causing her to choke in on her own atmosphere. How did she do it? How did she let this happen for so long without any caution? It was as if one moment her heart had been tied around with many locks, James holding some kind of device to pry them open one by one without her knowledge. It also never helped that whenever the two made contact, through touch or gaze, she fell deeper and deeper under his spell. His eyes had a power that rummaged through every dark corner of Marilyn's being, picking at her insecurities and mending them as he deteriorated any independence or solidarity she had left.

"I-I don't know what to do," she began, oblivious to Mikael's lack of knowledge on the matter. No one knew. Whatever she engaged in with James, was of confidential manner, even if it began to pierce her heart. "It's been a while now. We've been at this for a while. And I wasn't supposed to feel. I wasn't supposed to feel anything. And now I feel everything. Mikael, I don't know what to do," she cried, unable to explain herself completely, but sure that with how she appeared and how she was dressed, he'd know exactly what she was going on about.