"Now, come on, Charisma..." She forced herself to look at him...She saw the imperfect smile and the little freckle on his full, perfect lips. Every feeling she had repressed over the past eight months came rushing back. Her chest began to hurt and a single tear slid from the corner of her eye.

"Malachi, what are you doing here?" It came out barely a whisper. She took a deep breath and said, again, louder, "What. Are. You. Doing. Here." More of a statement than a question.

He chuckled and stood. He was entirely to composed, cold, and calculated to ever show any weakness...

"I've missed you, Charisma. You look...good."

She wanted to slap the look off his face. She wanted to...
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Done for now...Sleeping pills kicking in.

Thanks.

I know that no one reads this blog, which does add a sort of anonymity to my life...So here I go.

Marcus: Thank you. I know I told you this...But thank you so much for being my rock. You are the one that holds me together when I need it the most. Though, often, the very thought of you promises my destruction. That is my fault alone.

I cannot think of what kind of life I would have if I had never met you...I only know that I am very glad that you are here.