The rain was pouring heavily and there she sat waiting for her beloved husband to come back home. He was never lat, not this late but some how he would tend to come home late and as a reason he would say
“awww…honey, you all those paper work..im just busy these days”.
With a slyest grin on his face. Yet Mrs. Elliot was not happy and her nags would drag all day long. She might as well become a lecturer for she had no recognition of the very fact that her nags are of such burden to him. She did not realize that he seemed exhausted every day! He had sleep bags beneath his freckled eyes, those tender and yet soft ocean green eyes which was what that had allured Mrs. Elliot to accept his proposal, they were such a great couples and they were the talk of their school as Mrs. Elliot or as her real name Jessie. She was an exquisite young women in school. They had studied in St. peters Cambridge high school. Jessie was well know of her politeness and humbleness even though being the school’s cheerleader captain. Mr. Elliot on the other hand was named Henry, he was a fine man and he was in the football team and how the girls would salivate his awesome eyes screaming figure. His word were like the verse from William shakes pears poems or W.B Yeats, his words were strong enough to hypnotize you! Yet in a good way. Henry had fallen in love with Jessie at first sight when she was practicing and yes he did try hard to ge t her but his softness that had made Jessie accept. Her smile was like the winters when you could feel the coldness and how you would be flushed red. The very first time, under the valley where the streams ran like the heavens rivers, the moonlight so marvelously reflected on the soft surface of the water. Henry would offer her his blazer to keep her warm. Jessie was wearing a stunning floral dress with a flat closed shoe. She did not even look like a cheer leader for how she to be presented. Her skin flushed as the very first time he touched her and to their first kiss. A moment to reminiscence. Yet as they say ‘when the love is weak shall they be deprived of love’. They were loosing it and it was so obvious. Henry always tried to keep the situation under control but it was all just of no use for Jessie was tiered of the sleepless night and she missed the fact that he would touch her and whisper ‘ I love you’ into her ears. Now, for only now it has made both of them to loose their very touch in love. He would die for her as Henry loved her a lot but he got too busy to show it and Jessie was reaching menopause, she still had that soft supple look and she was caring but her nags and theirs arguments were just not corresponding and they were getting worst day by day. Jessie always wanted a child but yet though making love she had always miscarriage it till they were just too sore. Those endless nights where she would sit in the toilet crying hysterically and would cry softly. She had no one to love and was always home alone.
Henry did what he could do but he never forced her into anything they were happy but just not contented. Their hearts screaming as the world would spin in its axis and Jessie would ponder on every fact that what has she done to god to be gifted such a horrific way. She sat at home alone reading and she read for the world is an endless journey! She had started to talk alone to her self and she would evoke those past memoirs where she would sit with Henry in his bug. The radio would put soft sentimental songs and abruptly as a romantic song would appear,
You ease my troubles that’s what you are,
If I had you there is no stream in my heart,
For you are my current,
He would touch her hand again and her cheeks would flush red. It was natural but they had great moments that were to be rejoiced. Yet it was a room filled with anguish situation where he would walk out of the house loosing his temper slamming his door shut and crying profusely that he had no way of easing this pain. Yet he would walk back in and comfort Jessie for what he would say innocence.
His arms flew in the sky and there was this thud like sound. Jessie walked slowly down the stair way. There was this smile on her face and in her heart she was just pain insane. The sweat rolling down her cheeks as for the last time she takes their wedding picture and reminds herself that it was never a mistake of marrying Henry. There was this pool of blood, a pain gushing over his chest. He could feel it and then there comes Madison, a fair lady whom seem more beautiful than any other lady. His late nights in the office was just an excuse for his in fidelity to their marriage. His excuse of those late nights at the hotel in town paid by credit cards. Was he inlove with Jessie? A question that aroused in her mind and she could hear his moaning. He was trying to walk but fell at every climb. Apparently those tears that she collected as she knew it coming. It did reach a certain point where she unconsciously was unable to accept the fact that her husband was gallivanting and was having an affair with Madison, whom was Jessie’s old time best friend. How long did it go? Did he marry her just because of Madison? Millions of similar questions aroused in her effortless mind.
Henry freaked out when he that Madison was at his house but when he came back Jessie was there.
‘’honey, you look exhausted I am surprised that you are home early.dinner would be ready in 10 minutes”, Jessie said softly as he entered.
She was making lamb chops, salad and his favorite dish fish cutlet. He sat at the dinner table looking at his handphone and saw that Madison had messaged him at 17.30 and now it was already 20.30pm exactly 3 hours and she had left him several miss calls. Abruptly he was waiting for Jessie to tell him that an extremely beautiful young girl had dropped by saying that she is henries secretary. Yet she ate in silence and he poped up the topic,
Jessie baby, did my secretary come by? She was supposed to drop my files today at 17.30pm”,he asked trembling as he lied his way through.
Awww…….yea she came and we had coffee together, a very sweet girl indeed.\, Jessie answered calmly.
Did she say anything honey?”, he had stopped eating and toyed with his food.
Of course we did have a lot to talk and she was telling me what a great man you are, and how sweet of you to buy her that diamond ring she was wearing today’, Jessie had a calm look while saying this.
Henry had already knew that she knew about their affair. He excused him self of the dinner table telling Jessie,
Wow! Honey these lamb chunks are scrumptious!,’ he tells her by being calm.
Awww…its fresh you know,’ she said with her big smile.
Henry r an to their room yet he wondered why the pungent smell, a decaying smell which was not strong but strong enough to send impulses to his brain to react. He takes his phone out putting aside the smell that intoxicated the air. He dialed Madison’s number but it was not available and he tried but suddenly her phone rang and it was from within the house. Tear falling like the thunderous rain earlier. His tummy ached and he rushed to the toilet bowl. Then there was blood all over and a gun shot.20 minutes later another gun shot fired as their marriage picture fell, affected by the momentum and scatters its glass into a million pieces indicating how Henry could have not beguiled poor Jessie all those years….. how he could have just once professed his love and made love with her just one night and reminded her of their love. Perished between hatred and disloyalty,…… how good her meat may have tasted.thier existing univrse shattered by him...
“awww…honey, you all those paper work..im just busy these days”.
With a slyest grin on his face. Yet Mrs. Elliot was not happy and her nags would drag all day long. She might as well become a lecturer for she had no recognition of the very fact that her nags are of such burden to him. She did not realize that he seemed exhausted every day! He had sleep bags beneath his freckled eyes, those tender and yet soft ocean green eyes which was what that had allured Mrs. Elliot to accept his proposal, they were such a great couples and they were the talk of their school as Mrs. Elliot or as her real name Jessie. She was an exquisite young women in school. They had studied in St. peters Cambridge high school. Jessie was well know of her politeness and humbleness even though being the school’s cheerleader captain. Mr. Elliot on the other hand was named Henry, he was a fine man and he was in the football team and how the girls would salivate his awesome eyes screaming figure. His word were like the verse from William shakes pears poems or W.B Yeats, his words were strong enough to hypnotize you! Yet in a good way. Henry had fallen in love with Jessie at first sight when she was practicing and yes he did try hard to ge t her but his softness that had made Jessie accept. Her smile was like the winters when you could feel the coldness and how you would be flushed red. The very first time, under the valley where the streams ran like the heavens rivers, the moonlight so marvelously reflected on the soft surface of the water. Henry would offer her his blazer to keep her warm. Jessie was wearing a stunning floral dress with a flat closed shoe. She did not even look like a cheer leader for how she to be presented. Her skin flushed as the very first time he touched her and to their first kiss. A moment to reminiscence. Yet as they say ‘when the love is weak shall they be deprived of love’. They were loosing it and it was so obvious. Henry always tried to keep the situation under control but it was all just of no use for Jessie was tiered of the sleepless night and she missed the fact that he would touch her and whisper ‘ I love you’ into her ears. Now, for only now it has made both of them to loose their very touch in love. He would die for her as Henry loved her a lot but he got too busy to show it and Jessie was reaching menopause, she still had that soft supple look and she was caring but her nags and theirs arguments were just not corresponding and they were getting worst day by day. Jessie always wanted a child but yet though making love she had always miscarriage it till they were just too sore. Those endless nights where she would sit in the toilet crying hysterically and would cry softly. She had no one to love and was always home alone.
Henry did what he could do but he never forced her into anything they were happy but just not contented. Their hearts screaming as the world would spin in its axis and Jessie would ponder on every fact that what has she done to god to be gifted such a horrific way. She sat at home alone reading and she read for the world is an endless journey! She had started to talk alone to her self and she would evoke those past memoirs where she would sit with Henry in his bug. The radio would put soft sentimental songs and abruptly as a romantic song would appear,
You ease my troubles that’s what you are,
If I had you there is no stream in my heart,
For you are my current,
He would touch her hand again and her cheeks would flush red. It was natural but they had great moments that were to be rejoiced. Yet it was a room filled with anguish situation where he would walk out of the house loosing his temper slamming his door shut and crying profusely that he had no way of easing this pain. Yet he would walk back in and comfort Jessie for what he would say innocence.
His arms flew in the sky and there was this thud like sound. Jessie walked slowly down the stair way. There was this smile on her face and in her heart she was just pain insane. The sweat rolling down her cheeks as for the last time she takes their wedding picture and reminds herself that it was never a mistake of marrying Henry. There was this pool of blood, a pain gushing over his chest. He could feel it and then there comes Madison, a fair lady whom seem more beautiful than any other lady. His late nights in the office was just an excuse for his in fidelity to their marriage. His excuse of those late nights at the hotel in town paid by credit cards. Was he inlove with Jessie? A question that aroused in her mind and she could hear his moaning. He was trying to walk but fell at every climb. Apparently those tears that she collected as she knew it coming. It did reach a certain point where she unconsciously was unable to accept the fact that her husband was gallivanting and was having an affair with Madison, whom was Jessie’s old time best friend. How long did it go? Did he marry her just because of Madison? Millions of similar questions aroused in her effortless mind.
Henry freaked out when he that Madison was at his house but when he came back Jessie was there.
‘’honey, you look exhausted I am surprised that you are home early.dinner would be ready in 10 minutes”, Jessie said softly as he entered.
She was making lamb chops, salad and his favorite dish fish cutlet. He sat at the dinner table looking at his handphone and saw that Madison had messaged him at 17.30 and now it was already 20.30pm exactly 3 hours and she had left him several miss calls. Abruptly he was waiting for Jessie to tell him that an extremely beautiful young girl had dropped by saying that she is henries secretary. Yet she ate in silence and he poped up the topic,
Jessie baby, did my secretary come by? She was supposed to drop my files today at 17.30pm”,he asked trembling as he lied his way through.
Awww…….yea she came and we had coffee together, a very sweet girl indeed.\, Jessie answered calmly.
Did she say anything honey?”, he had stopped eating and toyed with his food.
Of course we did have a lot to talk and she was telling me what a great man you are, and how sweet of you to buy her that diamond ring she was wearing today’, Jessie had a calm look while saying this.
Henry had already knew that she knew about their affair. He excused him self of the dinner table telling Jessie,
Wow! Honey these lamb chunks are scrumptious!,’ he tells her by being calm.
Awww…its fresh you know,’ she said with her big smile.
Henry r an to their room yet he wondered why the pungent smell, a decaying smell which was not strong but strong enough to send impulses to his brain to react. He takes his phone out putting aside the smell that intoxicated the air. He dialed Madison’s number but it was not available and he tried but suddenly her phone rang and it was from within the house. Tear falling like the thunderous rain earlier. His tummy ached and he rushed to the toilet bowl. Then there was blood all over and a gun shot.20 minutes later another gun shot fired as their marriage picture fell, affected by the momentum and scatters its glass into a million pieces indicating how Henry could have not beguiled poor Jessie all those years….. how he could have just once professed his love and made love with her just one night and reminded her of their love. Perished between hatred and disloyalty,…… how good her meat may have tasted.thier existing univrse shattered by him...
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