Cry For Me

Sunlight from the window pierces her eyes. She opens her eyes and spots her beloved, wearing a black suit and getting ready for another day of work. He checks his phone after another ding drew his attention. He has his classic frown plastered on his wrinkly face, messages always annoy him, they always have something to do with work. But why is he smiling at this one, why are his lips curved upwards and his eyes glittering? Who sent him that message? His eyes glance towards the bed, where his gaze meets Emily's. The smile was washed off his face like it was never there, to begin with. She hides under the large soft sheets, ashamed of her wrinkles and dark circles. Before she can sneak a peak at him, he was gone. Sounds of the roaring limo fill the house, followed by a loud screech from the tires and then silence. A heavy sigh escapes her lips, being once again abandoned in this large empty house. Emily Hensley, a blond 46-year-old. Once a legend of the stage, now a happily marrie

Morning has arrived and she wakes up to a throbbing headache. She squints her eyes in the direction of the large window bringing in unwanted sunlight.It is time to get up, and the sun doesn't care that she's been lying awake all night thinking about the mysterious phone and the sound of her mother's voice.She covers her head with a blanket, trying to fall back to sleep but her headache won't let her. She gets out of bed and walks to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. She opens the cabinet to her left and pulls out some pills.The name, the expiry date and the ingredients were scratched out. All she knew about them where that they were blue and they help calm her down.She throws the pills in her mouth and swallows them with water. Her headache fights back and somehow gets worst."Fuck" she curses under her breath, groaning because of the intense pain. Suddenly her head feels heavy and her feet light, she loses balance and falls to the ground hitting her head at the edge o

Charles Hensley, a businessman who runs a very successful chain of car repair shops. An ambitious man who wants to become governor, it's been his dream since childhood and now with a little hard work, it might become a reality.He's a hard-working 63 year old man, with piercing green eyes and black hair with natural gray highlights.He was well known for his good looks and toned body during his younger years, girls would fawn over him and he was admittedly quite the lady's man but he found his lifelong partner in Emily, a ballerina with golden blond hair. A girl who danced like an Angel, smiling brightly as she twirls around the stage, lifting her arms to the spotlight as though she were holding the sun. He fell in love with her at first sight, he couldn't think of anything else, it was like she was doing pirouettes on his brain. He dreamt of her, went to all her shows, watched her diligently every chance he got. He finally got the chance to meet her when he bumped into her on his

Angels aren't easy to find, but somehow Charles found Emily, he's very own dancing Angel. He watched Silently from just outside the dance studio, she lifts her leg high above her head, if they were any longer they'd touch the ceiling. He observed her every move, the way she hummed the song as she danced, the way her hips swayed to the rhythm, her snotty laugh every time she made a mistake, her satisfied smile every time she got it right. "Charles?" she suddenly called out making his heart skip a beat "I know you're there," she giggled "come out"He stepped out of his hiding place, he's head looking down embarrassed "What are you doing watching from the corners like a creep" she placed both hands on her waist and shook her head "come inside" she invited him in with a warm smile, a smile warm enough to smile the sun as well as young Mr. Charles' heart. "I'm actually really glad you're here" she took him by the hand and pulled him into the studio "I need your help" "Whatever it is,

She sighs, relieved he's finally gone. If not for him she'd be dead by now, she isn't sure if she should be happy he saved her life, or angry he's the reason she wanted to end it in the first place. The hospital isn't all that terrible, white walls and sky blue bed sheets strangely put her at ease. She is completely alone, for the first time in weeks. No voices in her head, no screaming husband, nothing. Just her alone in the deafening silences she thought she hated so much, but has now grown accustom too. The nurses were here a few moments ago, asking her how she got so many bruises and why she didn't visit the hospital sooner. She just rolled her eyes at them and refused to answer any of their questions. What is going on in her home is none of their business, they should just do their job and shut up. The food here is terrible, she would throw them in the trash if given the chance, but the nurses always watch her and won't leave her alone until she's eaten every last bite. It w