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He remembers the chaos first time seeing the smooth bare walls.
Despondency of what necessitated the move.
Battling rage as plans were put to labor.
Tired resolution with loneliness his reward when done.
Six years of marriage, half spent in a pile of chewed nerves and broken promises, some by him. But the repeated broken vows of fidelity, were all hers. When the marriage folded, he was emotionally trashed to everything. His twisted thoughts being this is how it ends.
Years have passed through Time’s sands since he first moved into the flat, a chewed-up man. A new slice on life, he sees it with different eyes now, his selling a 180° switch from when he purchased the flat.
He knew had loved his wife once. But one day he took a risk, flirted with the impossible, and learned it was pittance to what he feels for the former pest who holds his heart and soul now.
Greg smiles at the not quite bare walls- the flowers and trees his niece had drawn, the new owners’ problem as he hands in the keys and walks out.
A beaming Mycroft is waiting. “Ready, my love?”
“Yes, my love.” Greg greets his fiancé with a beatific smile and a kiss. “Let’s go home.”
This is how it ends yet it’s only the beginning…
