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◊ Inside the train. → Bed. ◊
◊ Restless & Negative. ◊
Ugh.
No matter how hard she tried, she would never get her husband to stop smoking. But now that she has looked upon it more, she can't change him. No matter what. It isn't right to change someone for your own benefit, especially someone who was so dear. She loved him for who he was, so she just let the situation be. For now. Margaux let off a sigh of bliss as she saw Thomas throw his cigarette out the window. No fires for tonight, but a barbecue sounds absolutely amazing. Now his cigarette was just a lost opportunity. Damn.
The ringleader was having a ball of energy that she was trying so hard to contain. But it wasn't the kind of energy that would make you run around the world, smiling as you reach the most beautiful scenery you've seen as your legs whiz past your vision. It was the kind of energy that made you lay on your bed, look up at the ceiling, and just think about your life as the night goes on and when the sun begins to shine through your window, you realize that you have been wasting your life, and just thinking about the years you have had since birth was a perfect example of how plain and useless your life is.
Margaux was in silence as her contemplating brain started to take over. Plain silence was a bit abnormal for the woman. The ringleader had a loud mouth, and that could be taken in both the attitude way, and the carnal way. It wasn't until her partner in crime began to speak Margaux looked at the Beast with a distant look in her eyes. T's voice in the background, her eyes on the new member, and her mind in the puzzle box that is life. Good thing Mar was a good multitasker. She heard every single word uttered from her lover's lips, but the frequencies were ocean waves her brain was pushing away. She tried to make it sound like her full attention was on him by nodding and giving him occasional glances, but no use. She needed to think. She needed to waste her energy.
The feeling of her husband cupping her face was all it took to snap her out of contemplating, but she knew it wasn't going to last long. After one brief kiss, Margaux started to get angry at herself. Angry for not being good enough for her husband, as she knew very well his lips were being placed elsewhere. To relieve the anger, Margaux scoffed at her husband as he walked off to bed. She then put her hands behind her arms and rocked on her heels before walking slowly towards the Beast. Her nimble hands grabbed at his arms, giving him a tight squeeze before moving onto his shoulders and pushing down on them. Then, she cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes with a squint. Was the newcomer worth sharing the deadly news? Of course he was. Beast was now family. He deserves to know. But Margaux's brain was just begging her to leave so it can take over. So she just smiled, ruffled his hair, and began to walk away.
"I'll tell you the details later, kid. Welcome to the family."
And on that note, she walked to the shared room her and T have grown quite used to. She quietly opened the door to prove her theory right. Her husband was sound asleep. But he took up the whole damn bed with his body. The female sighed softly before walking over to the edge of the bed, looking over her husband deeply. So cute.
After she made sure her husband was asleep, Margaux's body just dropped to the floor. Her heart aching, and her mind racing. Her mental energy was now starting to flow out of her in the shape of tears. The ringleader had a silent mental breakdown in a shared room, overlooking the years she has had. The pain she was put through. The heartbreak she has felt. The shame she put on her family.
It was just too much.
Margaux was holding back dry heaves.
She was tugging on her hair in quiet misery.
Her voice muffled with white knuckles.
She was a train wreck. An absolute mess.
And not a single soul could know about it.
Margaux spent the rest of the night letting her heart shatter into unfixable pieces like the last time, and letting her evil mind take over.
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