A TWIST OF EVENTS: THE DARKER SIDE OF LOVE
Chapter Four A/N: sorry i took so long, well 5 months to be exact i have been swamped. But here i am and i am updating. This chapter is
going to show a 5 month view of what happened since Will found the diary. Bet your thinking why did she wait five months
just like in her story. The answer i do not know anyways hope you enjoy and comment. She sat on the porch just like she had done for the past 5 months, she spent her days staring out into the deep oblivion
not looking or watching anything just staring. She was in a state of depression a mourn for the lost of her dead father
five months back. Rain poured on her soaking her already wet clothes to the bone, they stuck to her body clinging like a
soaken rag. The gown flattered her and showed of her beautiful slender figure that her maids and aunts ensured that she had, Will stood in the door way of the balcony silently watching her, his heart aching at the sight of his once beautiful and
full of life wife. A few months after her fathers death she had slipped into this depression, this worried him greatly so
using a large sum of money he called in the best doctors money could by, from all over the New world. They all said the same
thing, that she was just mourning the lost of her father and that this type of depression would slowly disappear within
time. A breath of relief washed over him, she was going to get better back to her old self. But that was four months ago, A few months back he had called back the doctors once more demanding their service. This time however they were all
speechless not a single one knew the cause of her depression. One had suggested that in fact she was missing something other
than her father, something she thought about...a past experience or memory prehaps. This left him confused, what did she want so bad that he couldnt provide her, and how could it be so important that she
was slowly wasting her whole life away. Staring at nothing, barely moving for anything. Could it really be that important? She no longer had contact with anyone...well anyone human. However he did notice that every once in a while she would open
her journal that she kept safely hidden in her coat pocket a scribble furiously. The ocassional tear made its way down her
cheek. Yes, she confided in her journal more than her own husband the same journal that had caused them to drift apart, yes
it was only a small ripple effect of him reading the journal. That blasted journal knew more than him, he couldnt help by
hate that journal the thing that kept them apart and possibly kept him from finding what was wrong with her. It was only then that he realised what he must do, how he would do it he didnt know. What he was going to do with it, how
he was going to use it. All minor details in his opinion, however those details could change the whole outcome. It could
determine the lives of others, his own heart, the life of his wife, and more than he thought. Making a split second decision, he stepped onto the porch just as his wife drifted onto a fitful slumber. Tiredness and lack
of food and nutrition catching up upon her. Taking a total on her whole body and well being. The rain hit him full on
knowing that she was unconcious he didnt bother to step carefully. His feet hit the flooded porch, splashing as hit shoes
hit the ground water going in all directions. That didnt matter though, not the water as it soaked the cuffs of his pants, the sight of his unconcious wife, the sky
has it howled and the rain as it fell. It was time for him to find out the truth.
however the darkness of the night covered the sight making her dripping body opaque.
and alas no change.
These thoughts left him distraught, he tried everything. From talking to her, telling her how much he loved her everything
nothing seem to matter any more.
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