They say that love is the ultimate happiness, but how could love end up resulting in something so inconceivably bitter? No matter how much you love someone it merely falls down to how compatible you are with them, if such an unlucky soul meets one they're not destined for--bitterness is all that's left in their wake.
The constant yelling and screaming for something that could be just downright petty or outlandishly serious--never once seeing each other eye to eye. It felt despicable, wasting their lives away in turmoil for a mere accidental meeting. Suzette McGrowen, wife of Theodore Chelvion was such a lady. She was sick of her situation and told her husband she was leaving and wanted a divorce. He looked at her shocked, springing up from his office chair. He grasped onto her shoulders and asked what she had meant by that, it seemed clear he would not take this very well or kindly.
"If you leave, I'll die." He rested his head against her chest, not wanting to let go, and she snorted in annoyance. She thought it was a mere case of pride, a woman divorcing a man, it probably made his ego take a nosedive. She thought he was being too dramatic even if that were the case, they hadn't gotten along in over a year, it would be unreasonable to continue to live under such circumstances. At this point, she had no more energy to scream at him, she felt too mentally drained from all the fighting and she was sure that he felt the same even if he didn't want to admit it.
She released herself from his grasp and walked through the office doors, she heard him calling for her again but she didn't listen or stop. She went to her room and grabbed the bags she had already packed, he was not far behind her--trying to stop her once more.
"You're acting like a child." She retorted, holding onto a bag and had a servant hold onto the rest. His face was still in shock as he wanted to reach out for her again but she smacked his hand away. He watched her go down the hall towards the staircase and eventually the door, he felt all his life draining away from his legs but he forced himself to get up. He had to stop her from leaving and he started running once again. She felt loud footsteps coming towards her as she was about to mount the carriage.
"Please. Please don't leave." Duke Theodore begged, his eyes beginning to well, and she sighed, taking pity on him. She set her bags down and walked towards him, he had felt relieved at first and then heard words he didn't want to hear and was not able to focus on the forehead kiss she had just given him, "You'll find somebody new to love, we just chose wrong. Be well, Theo."
She turned back around and boarded her carriage just as quickly, he tried protesting but she refused to turn around and soon enough, she couldn't hear his voice anymore. She sighed in relief, if she saw him looking like that her resolve definitely would've weakened. She turned back towards the estate that she could no longer see, and whispered "Goodbye my husband, I love you." Not even the dead would be able to hear that whisper.
She had returned to her former home, her parents and brother worried about her wellbeing, but she assured them that she was alright. She adjusted quickly, as if she had never left and things changed once she sent the letter containing the divorce papers over.
The day after, the newspaper was running out like hot cakes, in the newspaper was an article stating that Duke Chelvion had taken his own life. She crumpled the newspaper in her hands and tears began to stain the neatly printed words below. This couldn't be real--it couldn't. He was always too proud to die. However, her father, Count McGrowen told her otherwise, it wasn't a hoax, it was real. Hearing that news she fell to the floor, she couldn't bear to see him at his funeral and was trying to escape reality.
The newspapers kept spinning articles around him, taking a picture of him lying in his casket alongside the article, there were mentions of her--how they were in the midst of divorce and she must've killed him for his fortune. She felt like her heart was being stabbed, she may have left, but she wouldn't ever kill him. The wails from her room sounded like that of a miserable ghost. Even though it was eventually debunked and that it was suicide and seemed to have no foul play, her heart didn't feel any lighter and the newspapers didn't stop. She wanted them to let him rest in peace, to stop making a spectacle out of him but it was no use.
It look a long, long while for her to find the courage to visit his grave, she knew if she was caught here she would end up being the next biggest scoop in the newspaper but a part of her didn't care and damned them to hell.
The sight of his tombstone being surrounded by purple flowers, reminded her once again of his purple eyes. Her throat was burning and her chest felt like it was ripped open but she forced herself to move. She could barely handle touching the tombstone, it was in remembrance of him, but it wasn't him. It was coarse and cold, unlike his smooth, firm and warm skin. She found herself falling front of it, her legs giving out and she couldn't stop her tears again.
"How could you do this...? You overdramatic prick!" She shouted at it, smashing her wedding ring against it, as she wasn't able to return it to him earlier. She traced her fingers along the carved words in his tombstone, "How could you kill yourself?"
Her nails began digging at the carved words, her nails cracking and bleeding from her grip but she didn't care. She continued to cry, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. If I...could go back in time to prevent us from meeting...to prevent your death--I would, you deserve so much better than me..."
A part of her wanted to attack the tombstone one more time but she decided against it, heaven forbid if she ended up defacing it, she was sure she'd be the highlight of the newest article, as she stood up, having some feeling back in her legs but before she could walk away, she felt the wind change slightly, it was chilly, it wasn't this chilly a minute ago, but it felt eerie. She was in a graveyard in the evening, she supposed that that type of atmosphere only made sense, but then she heard a voice.
"Do you want to go back?" It asked her, and she stopped and turned, she gripped onto her shawl even tighter and felt afraid. There was no one around, it was only her in this graveyard, perhaps it would be less spooky if she brought an attendant with her, but she was so distraught she didn't think that far ahead. She rubbed her eyes, thinking it must've been some kind of hallucination until she turned back ahead and saw something. She jumped back and ended up falling backwards.
The hallucination that she was hearing and seeing didn't disappear. Her heart raced along with her anxiety, it must be a vengeful ghost coming to kill her! She braced herself but she felt no pain. She barely opened up her eyes and looked upfront. Whom she thought was a vengeful ghost was nothing more than a glowing, ethereal beauty with their wings spread. ...An angel...? She watched as it walked towards her and repeated, "Do you want to go back...?"
"What do you mean...? Go back...where...?" She blinked, her anxiety was still high and she felt too much confusion right now to think properly.
The angel seemed to have snorted as they gave a half-hearted smile, "In time." Out of everything, that was the last thing she expected.
"Really? Truly?" She blinked.
"That is well within my power." The angel answered, and she rose up from the ground again, she looked at him with a strong, dignified expression.
"Then yes! I want to go back and make sure that we never meet!" Her determination echoed in the graveyard and the angel smiled.
"Then it shall be so and your memories will stay with you." They spread open their wings and a bright light descended upon the dark graveyard, her consciousness fading. Once she was gone, the ethereal beauty walked towards Duke Theodore's grave. He held his hand out, "Won't you come back with me now, until the future changes?" He looked at the soul before him, it was Duke Theodore Chelvion, he was cradling his body in despair and coated with tears. He looked down at the ring she threw at him and managed to pick it up.
He continued to stare at the ring and calmed himself, "I want to go back. With my memories, to meet her again."
The ethereal angel chuckled, "Very well, but if you do not accomplish your goal that reality will break and your past cannot be changed again." The angel enveloped a light around Duke Theodore's soul and he disappeared. The angel stood there still and smirked, wondering who would win the game that was now in the past.