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Maria Hell of a day
She was rendered utterly helpless by the sight of people that rushed in, with cameras flashing ceaselessly and interwoven words her brain wouldn't dare interpret. It was complete chaos in there, her heart thundered vehemently and her vision began to blur because of the light that came with every picture that was taken. This wedding was planned secretly, how then was the location compromised? But that was the last thing to think about as they neared, with their recorders, cameras, and filthy mouths filled with questions. Maria was appalled by this, that people wouldn't think twice before disrespecting others. Jackson pulled her behind him and she cowered, wishing the ground paved way for her to crawl into as waves of nausea mixed with terrible anxiety hit her. From the redness of his face, she could tell he wasn't handling it so well either, the hand that held hers as they backed away shook terribly, involuntarily and it scared Maria. The father was as stunned as they were, h
Maria A night with the wrong man.
Her eyes fluttered open to a blinding ray of light, after which she felt a throbbing ache in her temple. She pressed her limp hands against her head, groaning as she sat up, looking around the unfamiliar environment and the king-sized bed on which she sat. The room was twice as big as hers, dulled with matte oil paint, and the bed she was on rested at the edge of the spacious room. She couldn't collect her thoughts, or how she ended up there. Maria struggled to the edge of the bed, steadying her leg against the plush rugs that tickled her feet, more waves of nausea hit her as she stood to her feet which made her rest on the wall for balance, trailing it until she was halfway out of the room."Maria!" She heard, images flashing in her mind as she began to recollect what had last happened. Piece by piece, the fragments of her memory became a full image in her head. Harry, it was Harry. Fear washed over her as a shiver skittered down her spine, she had passed out in the car, then here sh
Maria Turmoil.
He had thoughtlessly raced there, void of thoughts or cognition, just the screaming voice in his head replaying Theo's words, over and over. His wedding had gone horribly wrong, but this- nothing could be worse. He pulled into the hospital driveway, not waiting to park properly, he stormed into the hospital. He had lost his house, the little left of his privacy, there was no way he could handle losing his mother. He could barely make out words, in his head, a thousand of them squeezed their way out of his mouth, but were too inaudible to be heard, the look of horror on the young nurse's face as he tried to describe his mother or Theo completely through him off. He was afraid, irrational, and mad that she wouldn't preternaturally decipher what he tried to say. "Jackson," a careful, familiar call caused him to turn, it was Theo. "Over here," he ushered as he stood in the corridor, his hands folded and resting on his chest. "Where..." He swallowed, his head giving thunderous
Maria Mere.
"I only tell you what you need to know, Maria." From the other end came his voice, piercing hard into her chest before the sound grew static. The rest of what he said she couldn't decipher, he had pulled her into a foggy state with that sentence.Maybe she'd placed herself on a pedestal that he didn't put her on. Who was she to demand an explanation from Jackson Jones, a person who was merely her boss and a business partner? Maria realized she had made the mistake of thinking he'd care about her just as she cared about him. It wasn't her first time doing that, thinking people change or people get better. Even if she had made such a mistake, was it supposed to hurt this much? She sat in fear, glued to the bed, not wanting to take a step out of the room she was in. There was an illusion of lurking doom that haunted her fragile mind. A lot of 'what ifs' she wouldn't dare take her chances on. Fervently reminding herself that they were nothing but business partners, just two people who had
Maria Crash-
Jackson would never have come home if his mother hadn't insisted, forcing him to spend the night with his 'wife' like she had been aware of the marriage. He hadn't been in the right state of mind, seeing her that way had placed him on an edge, a place where everything else seemed like a discomfort. After another endolumial ultrasonography endoscopy, explained by the doctor to be a body that allows ultrasound pictures of the pancreas to be taken, he had a lengthy discussion with him. What he learned didn't help him feel better in anyways. It was a stage three cancer, which meant that the tumor had spread to other sites in the body. Surgery or chemotherapy gave only a fifty percent chance of survival, it was a win-or-lose situation. She could die. His mother could die. Like a slap to his face, that realization left a lingering pain. Now, Maria, he had hurt her, he knew he had, and it didn't feel right. He would have brushed it off, and acted like it didn't matter but deep down, there
Maria A slip.
Should she like it? She didn't know. It happened unexpectedly, but for many reasons, it was the best thing that had happened in months, her face flushed as she watched him angrily unplug the kettle. It made her wonder what would have happened if it hadn't made a sound. He came rushing back to her, she could tell how nervous he was just by looking at his face, and the way he stole glances at her without directly making contact. Then again, anyone would, especially after kissing someone they should be platonic with."So...breakfast? I don't know how you like your pancakes but I made them to the best of my abilities," he said with his lips curved upwards in a smile, those warm welcoming lips that Maria would like to savor again."Yeah, sure," she said as she walked towards the dining table with nothing better to say, she wore her hair down which made it easier to hide her red, rosy cheeks. She stared in awe at the food displayed on the table, some of the pancakes looked like victim
Maria Spilled
The worst, the absolutely unexpected thing had happened. Jackson watched Maria's face freeze as Harry's voice toppled through the room, punching with a raging intensity while he questioned their marital status. He wondered how long he had been there and how much of their conversation he had heard. Maria turned her face from Harry's to his, questions of what to do next clouded her shocked face but she maintained composure. Jackson knew this was something he should handle, Harry was his brother, after all, he was going to understand. Jackson stood up and walked to Harry, grabbing his wrist so they could talk privately, he felt that was best at the moment. Harry jerked his hand from his grip, anger obvious on his stern face, and walked to Maria instead like he had a business with her instead him, the brother. "What did I just hear you say? Is this a joke?" A wry laughter escaped his lips as questioned her with clenched fist. Maria neither bulged nor gave a response, neithe
Maria Drawing lines.
She walked out with an increased pace, widening her strides with the hopes of Harry not being able to catch up with her, she did not need any more forms of disturbance from him. His existence, plainly, was a form of disturbance itself. She walked through the corridor trying t remember where she'd seen the vending machine, it was definitely downstairs but everything seemed so similar. The whole of the hospital was smeared with white paint, a bright color that somehow spreads positivity, only the appliances were of different colors. Harry was not in sight, and she was grateful for that. Maybe he got the message and decided to leave her be. Her happiness didn't last a second."Over here." Harry called out from a corner of the hospital, standing before the vending machine. "I found it. I figured it would be better if we split up to find it, it was easier that way." He ranted, his hands tucked in his pocket.We? There was no we. Maria had two options, to walk away ignoring him lik
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