(Play Time : Satan welcome)
Rain and smog blanketed Osaka, Japan in a thick set of misery. The hotel loft was cold, bitter with the hum of the air conditioning. Humidity made things muggy; stuffy. The television play at a low setting, some random ass Japanese game show perking away at its viewers. It was purely on for ambient sound. Adam poured himself over a numerous number of documents and papers strewn atop the glass table. His tie undone and draped over his next; heather grey in hue. A white linen shirt lay on his chest, the four topmost buttons unfastened for comfort.
Tired hazels scanned slowly across his current page, a hand lacing hollowed fingers through styled curls of dust brown. Small dark circles played about his eyes, making them look sunken into his skull. He hadn’t slept for the entirety of his part away from Emma.
Emma.
That name drifted into his mind, soothing his stress by ten-fold. A small smile fell upon his lips, muttering the name for only he to hear. Emma. Emma Grace Frost. Emily.
…
He blinked.
Emily. Daniel. No. That was not his lover. That wasn’t even his wife, anymore. That was the old him. That was part of the life he wanted to slough off. He had his Emma. He had his puppy. He had his new family. And he had his new life.
Emily was no longer a part of it.
Tired hazels scanned slowly across his current page, a hand lacing hollowed fingers through styled curls of dust brown. Small dark circles played about his eyes, making them look sunken into his skull. He hadn’t slept for the entirety of his part away from Emma.
Emma.
That name drifted into his mind, soothing his stress by ten-fold. A small smile fell upon his lips, muttering the name for only he to hear. Emma. Emma Grace Frost. Emily.
…
He blinked.
Emily. Daniel. No. That was not his lover. That wasn’t even his wife, anymore. That was the old him. That was part of the life he wanted to slough off. He had his Emma. He had his puppy. He had his new family. And he had his new life.
Emily was no longer a part of it.