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Creative Writing - 'Two is better than one'

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The sun glistened on the golden sands as I walked towards him. Avery’s eyes shone like dirty blue crystals and crinkled more and more with every nearing step.

“Hey, babe,” he said with an infectious grin.

I reached up to run my fingers through his honey-brown hair. “Hey yourself,” I replied, returning the smile.

Up close, Avery looked like he was made with God’s hands himself. Long dark eyelashes, chiseled cheeks, full lips, and those heart melting eyes. Wanting more, I leaned in as close as I could get.

He smirked, like he loved the attention. “Okay, babe. I’m just going to say this right now, ‘cause if I don’t, the nerves will get to me.” His cheeks blew up and a gush of warm air hit my face. Was that strawberry lip gloss I smelt?

Avery brought his hands to my face. They were soft and big, almost like cushions. I felt myself relax.

“Serena Myold,” he said softly, slowly getting down on one knee. “Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?” With those words lingering in the air, he reached behind his dark wash denim, pulled out and opened a small mahogany box, around the size of a matchbox.

It contained a beautiful ring.

My hands flew to my mouth. I was shocked, though mostly surprised. It had only been six months! Did I really love this man?

I looked out to the west, gazing at the ocean, hoping to buy a little time. The sun had started to set, causing the sky to become a mixture of mangoes and raspberries and lilacs. I had made up my mind.

Turning my head to face his, I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. “Yes, Avery Carr, I love you,” I whispered.

The sides of his mouth suddenly lifted like they were pulled by puppet strings. Avery drew me in close, but instead of smelling his usual aftershave, that sickening strawberry scent filled my nostrils once again.

I gave him a little shove. “C’mon, do you really have to go? What could be more important than your newly-wedded wife?” I moaned, frowning like a five year old.

He chuckled and pecked me on the cheek. “Babe, you know you’re my number one. But this is a really, really important work meeting, you know that,” he replied.

My eyes followed him as he sped towards the door. I checked the Disney themed clock on the wall. It read 8:57am. “Babe, it’s only 8:57, why are you in-----”

The door closed shut with a click and a string of words in his absence. “Love you, honey, see you soon.”

I sighed. Pushing off the bed, my hand brushed against a piece of card. What is this? I thought.

Picking up the little business card, I skimmed through the tiny bubble font. ROSESTROM HOTEL, it read. I gave a mischievous smile.

It was 5:29pm and the sun was setting, coating the room in a soft honey glow. He’ll be here any minute, I thought excitedly. He’ll be so surprised to see me!

Right on cue the door burst open, banging against the coffee table, letting in a gust of wind. Laughter suddenly filled the room. A deep, raspy chuckle, followed by a high pitched squeal. Sounded like a pig.

I looked up from where I lay on the bed and almost choked from the shock.

There he was, my day-old husband, hands that once touched my face intertwined with another girls. I couldn’t believe this.

I leapt off the bed like it suddenly was crawling with maggots. As I did this, Avery and his “friend” became aware of my presence. His face was priceless.

“How could you, you bastard?” I screamed at him.

The worst thing was, he still hadn’t let go of her hand. Storming towards the door I stopped right in front of him for one last look.

Stuttering, he cried, “Babe, w-wait! Don’t go!”

My face scrunched up like I had eaten a really sour lemon. “Don’t you DARE call me that,” I spat furiously. At this rate I could feel steam coming out of my ears.

“C’mon, two is better than one,” he said.

That was my breaking point. Using my rage as strength, I brought my leg up and kneed him in the gut. Avery doubled over. This was when he finally let go of her hand.

I sucked in my cheeks and spat, disgusted.

Sauntering out of the hotel room, dignity still intact, I called over my shoulder, “Oh, and I’m keeping the ring.”