Tentacle-senpai

[This is part 7, go read the other 6 parts if you haven't already!] After Matthew left (Name) cried for what felt like eternity. She had slowly made progress of crawling into the kitchen, bringing her bottle of booze with her and stopping to curl into the foetal position for a while every few minutes. The sun went down a while ago, the house is dark and full of shadows inside other shadows, like hands stretching out and swallowing the whole world. (Name)'s back is pressed against a cupboard door as she buries her throbbing head into her hands and tries to cry, but no tears will come. She's cried herself dry. In a fit of distress she sends he

[This is part 6, go read the other 5 parts if you haven't already! Warning; this contains some material which may be upsetting if you have a bad experience with alcohol/intoxicated people.] The next morning was nothing compared to the night before. The pain that had found it's way back into (Name)'s heart had now turned from suffering to pure agony. She woke at first light, sensing the heat of another person in her bed. It took her right back to those days where she had slept with Ludwig, how she'd cuddle up to him first thing while they woke up together. It was second nature for her to touch another lovingly and have the same touches return

Her delicate fingers wrapped around her parasol handle, her long dress sweeping across the sand behind her like fingers across silk, her face turned to gaze out across the near-silent ocean. There was something about the summer nights that soothed the soul and made everything tranquil. The moonlight danced off the lapping waves, as if a thousand faeries were skipping across the surface. The only sound was the waves. She paused, closing her eyes and getting lost in the sounds. The voice of the water enveloped her, making her feel as though she was floating on the water, letting it take her where it pleased. A smile curled onto her lips as she

[This is part 4, go read the other 3 parts if you haven't already!] Antonio arrived at Francis' at around half past two. He helped (Name) take her things to her room, after which, she made him a cool drink and they chatted idly for a while. It was a little awkward, since they had only ever spent time together with Francis as a catalyst and so the conversation stayed mostly around polite conversation. When Matthew walked in the door at three, Antonio hopped off his seat across from (Name) and left quickly. It made Matthew and (Name) stare after him, a little perplexed. Two weeks passed after that. Most of the time was spent in Francis' house

[This is part 3, go read part 1 and 2 first if you haven't already!] The drive back to Francis' was a short and silent one. Francis didn't ask questions, he kept his eyes fixed on the road and his mind focused on home. The radio was on, but so it was a soft sound in the background. It was set to play a playlist of classical works, which gave the car a relaxed and homely feeling. The car had the scent of women's perfume and many different types of flowers. Francis worked part time as a florist, so it was probably left over from his deliveries. The few times they were stopped by a red light, Francis would give her a side ways glance, just to e

[This is part 2, go read part 1 first if you haven't already!] (Name) followed him upstairs in disbelief, the two continued to argue until Ludwig demanded she left. She refused and begged him to let her stay but he would not budge in his decision. He didn't want her any more, that was made clear. The tears started to fall long before (Name) began to quickly pack an overnight bag. She grabbed some underwear, pyjamas and a change of clothes. After which she ran out of the house, slamming the thick door closed. The sound reverberated through the house like an earthquake but she did not stop to care. (Name) had never ran so fast and so hard in a

It was the day of the wedding, but something was very, very wrong. Matthew had his suit on perfectly. His hair was styled exactly the way he liked it. His shoes were so cleanly polished he could see the world clearly in them. His cologne was just the right strength. So what could possibly be wrong on this wonderful day? Well, it's all quite simple really. It's that on this glorious wedding day, Matthew is not getting married. Instead, he will watch the girl he has loved for many years become a Mrs, but it won't be Mrs Williams. No, (Name) will become Mrs Morgens instead. Matthew continued to stare at himself in the mirror. He looked at his