Luke nodded with Michael's words, quickly putting the car into drive. Luke was eager to see if Alesia was home yet, the conversation he'd had with Michael bouncing around in his head. Parking in the drive, Luke's heart sank slightly, seeing that Alesia's car wasn't in the drive, meaning that she was probably still working. That damn promotion, honestly. Getting out of the car, Luke unlocked the front door, walking inside and slamming the door behind him, feeling the disappointment and sadness bubble up in the pit of his stomach. "Fuck," he murmured, treading in the direction of the downstairs bathroom, hoping that splashing his face with cold water would bring him back to some sense of normality, hoping that Alesia had some medication for the headache he could feel coming on. Opening the door, Luke smiled, the bathroom smelling distinctly of Alesia's usual perfume, and even with all the heaviness he felt, the scent was one that put Luke at ease. Splashing his face, Luke sighed, opening the medicine cabinet and pausing when he saw a pill bottle he didn't recognise. Taking it from the shelf, Luke studied it for a long moment, seeing Alesia's name on it. Frowning, Luke didn't recognise the name... fishing his phone out of his pocket, Luke quickly googled the name, his heart almost stopping when the result came up as an antidepressant. Fuck. Luke closed his eyes as he felt tears burn in the back of his eyes, had he really been so damn negligent that he'd not noticed that Alesia - the woman he wanted to marry, the woman he wanted to carry his children, had depression? When the hell did this even start? Turning to exit the bathroom, Luke noticed the calendar on the back of the bathroom door, seeing an appointment for Wednesday circled in red. Luke read the the name, seeing therapy scribbled underneath it quickly, his heart sinking further. Flicking back a page, Luke saw that these appointments had been continuous for about a month, and Luke wondered if Alesia had tried to tell him, or if she hadn't, knowing that he'd been too busy to really pay attention. Feeling the guilt, Luke wiped his face, going to the living room, wanting, now more than ever, to make things right between himself and Alesia, not wanting her to carry the burden alone.
Keira parked in the driveway, pausing for a moment as she pressed her forehead to her steering wheel, letting her sobs take over. It had been such an awful day, a long day, and all Keira wanted was to go inside and relax. Taking deep breaths to calm down, knowing if she didn't, she'd go into a panic attack, Keira used the sleeves of her jacket to wipe her eyes, exiting her car and locking it. Making her way to the front door, Keira pushed it open, seeing the light in the hall was on, meaning Michael was home. Frowning the thought, Keira closed the door a little louder than she usually would to signal that she was home, not even calling out a hello as she headed to the kitchen for a drink of water, her throat dry from her tears. Seeing the back of Michael, Keira put on her usual fake smile. "Hi, honey." She spoke, her voice a little weak, but she figured Michael would figure it was from exhaustion.
November 10th, 2018 at 01:45am