The Accidental Wife (Emily and Julian)

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Maisie is usually cheerful and fun, but today, something about her doesn't feel right. I don't understand the reason behind this, but something about the way she seems bothers me. I don't like seeing her this upset, and I want to make her feel better somehow. On my way out, I walk towards her to check if she is okay. "What's going on?" I whisper as I take a seat beside her. We're both studying at the library, but from what I can see, she's not studying. She keeps zoning out and every once in a while, she takes a look at the textbook in front of her. I have been here for the past two hours, looking at some resources for a paper I'm writing. When I arrived, Maisie was already here, but I don't know how long she has been sitting like this. "Nothing," she murmurs, but I know that she's not telling the truth.

"Do you

I want to get out of here?" I ask in a quiet voice, not wanting to get kicked out of the library. She stays silent for a couple of seconds, before nodding eventually.

We collect our things and make our way out of the library. Maisie seems to be on another planet and it stuns me that the girl who has the most cheerful personality I have ever encountered is feeling so down like that. As we're walking, Maisie trips over something and the contents of her bag fall to the ground. I hear her curse as the two of us bend down to collect the fallen items. when

I reach for a bottle of of pills and frown

"Give me that, please," Maisie mumbake you feel better?" I ask after a few moments of silence.

do to mak

"Maisie, is there anything I can do

my eyes fall on the name of the medicine. It's an anti-depressant. The doctor prescribed the same medication for Rosie when she first got out of the hospital. and I quietly hand her the bottle without saying a word.

s up at me and I see how her eyes are brimming with tears. to talk?" I

I suggest and for a moment, I wonder if she may get the wrong idea. "I promise I don't have any malicious thoughts!" I quickly say.

"I don't think so." Maisie's head is hanging low and I hate that. I'm not used to seeing her looking like that.

"Do you want t to tell me what happened? Because I'm sure that you're not just this upset out of the blue." I look at her.

"I don't feel li crying in

in public,

Silas." She finally

looks

"I live near the campus. Would you like to come to my place to "Let's go." She nods and the two of us head to the parking lot. We agree on leaving her car, then I will drive her back to her car whenever she wants to leave. "I know you're a u're a good guy, Silas." A faint A faint smile appears on her lips.

"Do you want something to drink or eat? We can order something if you want," I offer as we both walk inside my apartment. It dawns on me that Maisie is the only girl I have brought here beside Rosie.

"I will just have water," she replies, taking off her jacket. She sits on the couch and I hand her a glass of water and take a seat a little far from her.

"What's going on, Maisie?" I ask, feeling genuine concern towards her.

"Today is a day I wish I could forget." The sorrow I see in her eyes tells me that something big happened on that day. "I lost my sister exactly a year ago." Her words are weighed down by the heaviness of the sadness they hold. I'm so sorry, Maisie." What else am I supposed to say in such situations?

"She had colon cancer. I watched her as she whithered away before my eyes. She was the brightest person you could ever see in your entire life and she was so so smart, but cancer took her away too soon. I couldn't do anything to help her out." She

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wiped away her tears and I-find myself bringing myself closer to her. "She was one year older than me. We were so close. She was my best friend." "I can't sa

I understand how hard this loss is because I have never lost a person the way you lost your sister, but I can promise to be here for you whenever you need me." I don't like making promises I know I won't keep, but I know that I can keep this promise. "Is that why you take anti-depressants?"

She nods. "I didn't leave my room for almost a month after losing her. My parents were going out of their mind and decided that I needed to attend therapy, saying that they weren't going to lose their two children. At first, I protested, but honestly, I'm thankful that they made me go because I would have probably done something to myself had it not been for therapy.

"Is there anything you'd like us to do today to honor her memory?" I ask, desiring nothing but to make her feel better.

"You would do that for me?" she asks, her tone showing a bit of disbelief. "Of course." I smile at her. "Margo

was in love with mac n cheese. It was her favorite dish. Maybe we can cook it for dinner," she shyly suggests and I immediately agree. If mac n cheese is going to make her feel better, then we can stuff our faces in mac n cheese. We get up from our place and head to the kitchen. Fortunately, I find some boxed mac n cheese, so we cook it for dinner. I learn a lot of things about Maisie while we're preparing the food. She was supposed to graduate last year, but because of losing her sister, she took a gap year. She is originally from Nevada, but her parents moved to California when she was seven. She has always wanted to be a journalist, so when she got in her dream college, it was a dream that came true. "Can ask you something?" she wonders as we sit down in front of the TV. "Sure." I nod.

I asked you before who broke your heart, your demeanor changed. Did you get your heart broken before?" "Yes," I tell her. Just thinking about Rosie makes my heart tighten with pain. a girl?"

"When I

"By a

She

"Yes. She

was r girlfriend, but we broke up. I still love her," I reply.

"Then why did you break up? Did she fall out of love?"

"It's complicated." I take a deep breath.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm all ears. But I totally understand if you don't want to," Maisie says nicely. Maisie seems like a trustworthy person and I don't know, but I have a feeling that talking to her may help. I don't expect her to offer a solution, but maybe she can provide me with moral support. Plus, she told me about a sensitive part of her life, so it only seems fair if I do the same. Maybe I need to get all that has been going out off my chest.

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