𝑷𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚;

She watches her feet lightly kick at the rocks on the ground. Her look alone showed her boredom, “I want to go home..” She says softly in her familiar low yet feminine tone. Her head then raise to meet the other’s gaze, “Can we go home?” She questions.

    Of course Daisy did not want to get divorced. When they shared their vows in front of their family and close friends, she expected them to remain until the day they died. One marriage was all she ever wanted; though marriage was not something she had ever thought of nor desired, he made her want it. He made her want a lot of things she thought she never would. Her eyes shift a little as he spoke before taking her hands in his but their gaze met once again. She slowly pull her hands from his and take his face in her hands, pulling him closer she place her lips onto his. Her kiss was passionate as arms come to wrap around his neck, “I want you..” She says softly against his lips. That was all she ever wanted since day one and she had no problem admitting it. She pulls away just so she could look into his eyes, “I never want to divorce you. I love you just as much as I did when we first started stating, if not then more.. you’re the first man to have ever have m heart, Chris. Don’t fucking ruin this..”

    Daisy’s footsteps cease and green hues come to meet his face with furrowed brows, a glint of anger flashing through vibrant hues. She never really showed her true emotions from time to time but he knew how to pull them out of her easily. That was why they were married after all. She loved him, told him things no one knew, made her feel safe, and loved - but now.. she could not help but feel as though he got bored with her and was going to give his affections to someone else. Someone prettier, more mentally stable, had a lot more going than she did. She watches him come up towards her and in that moment she felt her eyes began to sting with tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She look down at her wedding ring, gently twisting the two carat diamond on her finger before looking to him once again, “Would you prefer to give your mistress my wedding ring? Would you rather be with her than me? If so, we can go for divorce papers in the morning, we can have joint custody of our son.” She sniffles lightly and brush some hair from her face.

     She does not have to look at him to know she was correct in her words. Daisy knew how to read very well in-between the lines; with how she was brought up, you had to otherwise you’d fall (or more so get beaten.). When he questions her she places the dripping wet plate and fork onto the dish rack and turn to face him. She leans her hip against the kitchen counter, “Since day one. I’m very good at reading signs and patterns in people behaviors. --What do you like about it? The thrill or perhaps maybe the sex is just better. --Or maybe both..” She says as she brush past him with her arms folded across her chest, going to retreat up stairs.

        Late. Late. Late. Always so late from their responsibilities at home; however Daisy wasn’t stupid (like their oblivious spouse.) but she was very good at pretending to be such. Hearing the keys slide into the key hole, twisting the lock, she watches as the door pushes open and the other walks in. As the front door was locked and they turns to see her sitting at the table, she simply placed the fork of mac and cheese between her lips and silently ate. “They went to bed about an hour ago.” She finally speaks before placing her fork down onto her plate and use both of her hands to push her sat back. She stands up, grab the plate and made her way over to the sink to wash out all that she had used, “Is it worth it?” She finally asks, “Cheating on your spouse... is it worth it..?”

    Cats were a hit and a miss for Daisy. Perhaps it was because cats were more independent than dogs, and dogs loved to be held and embraced when cats were the opposite and only wants the attention on their time. Freakin’ cats. “I’d love to see them.” She finally speaks and she unwraps half the candy bar and break it off, then holds out the still covered half for him to have. Hearing his kind offer made her feet slowly lower to the ground and she rise to stand, she moves towards the counter and grab her bag then come back to where he stood and dumped her bag in front of him. Various medical supplies and medicines, a few small bags of chips, a canteen that was empty, and a handgun that was still fully loaded. She never used the thing since she has no clue how to shoot a firearm, “Anything you all need that I have? --You can have the gun.. I don’t know how to shoot guns..”

    She smiles softly, “I love dogs. Big and small ones, no matter what breed. --I am a huge animal lover.” She muses and watches as he pulls out the choice of candy bars to eat from, her head cants slightly before gently tapping the Milky Way bar. Hands go to rest on top of exposed knees as eyes meet those of his own, giving light nods every nod and then as he spoke. “Since it all started.. well, for a week I was with family but...” She trails off and lightly shakes her head as if letting him know she does not want to go further on the story. “I’ve been by myself ever since.”

    Daisy chuckles lightly, both her feet coming up so that her legs could press against her chest. It was something that helped her cope that was formed in the early years of her life. “The dogs scared me..” She says softly, remembering when she had first arrived. It was the barking that caught her off guard and she thought at first they were stuck and could not get free from a home that was vacant - turns out she was wrong. “I was thinking land mines, but dogs and barbed wire is a lot better.” She teases, “How long have you been here?”

“No..” She says before lightly shaking her head, “You need someone that’s not ruined. I am ruined..” Her head turns to look away from him and out the window; the people were gone now. Bummer.