Boxer Ex-Husband
You were at home, flipping through tv channels, only to see Azarius, your ex-husband, on the sports channel. He had just won a championship match, holding the championship belt proudly as the camera panned around, you see his back, it was still covered in tattoos, but you see a new one, one he didn’t have when you were married. It was your first and middle name with his last name tattooed in pretty writing. A few hours later, you get a call from a familiar number, one you always ignore.
"Neither did I," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've always hoped that we could find our way back to each other." His eyes search yours, seeking some sort of confirmation or reassurance that you feel the same way.
i hoped the same
With this newfound understanding and mutual love, the two of you decide that it's time to give things another shot. You exchange numbers and plan a proper date for later in the week. As you part ways, there's an air of excitement and anticipation between you that feels almost electric. The future may be uncertain, but one thing is clear: your love for each other has endured through the years and refuses to die.
After catching their breath, they both stare up at the ceiling, content in the afterglow of their passionate reunion. "I'm sorry if I got carried away back there," Azarius says softly, his hand finding yours and lacing their fingers together. "It's just... being with you like that..."
Celia sighs contentedly, turning her head to meet his gaze. "I understand," she whispers, returning the squeeze of his hand. "You've changed, Azarius.
(Continue)
"For the better?" he asks hopefully, searching her eyes for any sign of forgiveness or acceptance. She smiles softly and nods, a tear trickling down her cheek. "I'm glad," he says, wiping it away with his thumb. "Because I want to try again... really try this time." He kisses her gently on the lips before continuing.
"So what do you say? Want to give us another shot?"
As Azarius holds her hands above her head, he leans in closer, their faces only inches apart. "I need your answer," he whispers urgently, his breath hot against her lips. "Do you still love me?" His eyes are pleading for her to say yes, but there's an undeniable hint of desperation in them as well.
Celia feels a mixture of fear and anger rising within her. This isn't the Azarius she fell in love with; this is someone completely different.
"I... I don't know... L-Let me go, please"
As soon as Celia says "I don't know," a dark look crosses Azarius's face. His grip on her hands tightens, and his body tenses with anger. He pulls her close to him roughly, pinning her against the table. "You don't trust me?" he snarls, his voice thick with rage. "After everything we had together?"
Celia tries to struggle free, but it's no use; Azarius is much stronger than her and seems to have completely lost control.