When he walked in the house, I had no idea what to expect. He was cold, quiet, contemplative. But, hell, that's Marcus. There's been more than one time when he's come home in one of his moods. Still, today was different and I knew it had everything in the world to do with me.
"I’m sorry," doesn't cut it anymore. "This was never the plan," can't possibly express my true emotions. It's all I have, though. Empty words, vague explanations, tears, sorrow; they’re all I'm left with. So, what should I do? Run to him and throw myself at his feet, beg for the Most High Court of Marcus to spare me, have mercy on me? I wish I could. I wish he could hear that, hear me. But you know Marcus. You know his temper. And what I've done... there's no forgiveness for.
When the smoke clears... there's nothing left but the truth
Blue Planet Publishing and Avah LaReaux present...
Smoke and Mirrors
Coming Fall 2011
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