While Tom drove the car in silence, he looked back at Gary, staring out the opened passenger window, and then he mumbled, “I know you don’t talk a lot about your marriage to Sandra, but I think your choice of leaving that family is very good…"“You will think those words twice after being with a manipulative, twisted psychopath who is willing to do anything to get what she wants,” Gary mumbled, not taking his eyes off the scenery. “Women know the power that they have… They use it like a weapon. They know how to wield it, to control it. To get them what they want.”Sighing, Tom turned around and looked at him for a second, seeing the pain reflected in his brown eyes as he said this before looking back at the road ahead, mumbling, “Not all of them are like that.”“I know. And I am hoping for Laura to remain as Laura. And then Fallon herself… Hopefully she doesn't fuck up trying to sabotage my marriage, cause I wont think it twice…" Gary mumbled, pausing as he stared at a store and then

With a scowl on her face, Sandra turned around to look at Fallon, and then she looked over at Tom, a few distances away from them, standing close to the wall, his back resting against the concrete, his arms crossed tightly over his chest.“Who is he?” Sandra asked her tone hard, making it evident that she wasn’t letting this go easily.Knowing that the only reason she and Gary were here was that that was what her mother wanted, Fallon tried not to show anything on her face, trying her best to keep her emotions hidden.“He’s Gary’s friend,” Fallon answered after taking a deep breath and calming her raging mind. “Gary has a friend?” Sandra scoffed in confusion, raising an eyebrow at Fallon before glaring at Tom.“What do you want, Sandra?”“Gary,” Silence fell over them, Fallon holding her gaze straight ahead as Sandra stared angrily at her, waiting for an answer, only finding it odd when Fallon kept silent with an unreadable expression.“I want Gary back… After all, I was married to h

As Fallon's hair was getting done, and her face touched up with makeup, Fallon kept telling herself to breathe, and knowing that Gary was waiting on her at the altar made her less afraid.“Mom, what time is it?'” Fallon asked, her eyes closed as the lady brushed a soft peach-coloured eyeshadow on her eyelids.“1 pm dear,” Mrs Gilbert said with a smile, and yet, tears stained her face, feeling overwhelmed by her daughter becoming a bride before her eyes, and every stage of Fallon growing up from an infant to a woman kept playing in her head. “The wedding starts at three… do you think we will be late?”“No, honey. The drive to the ceremony is not that long.”Pulling her hand away from Fallon’s face, the makeup artist smiled and said, “Well, the bride is ready to get dressed.”Slowly, Fallon opened her eyes to see her reflection staring back, and her lips pulled upward into a soft smile.“You look beautiful, honey.” Mrs Gilbert whispered as Fallon stood from the chair. “Thanks… can you

The dull morning light in her face with her body wrapped into Gary’s arms, Fallon just stared at him, his lashes, the details of his lips, unable to look away. Her hand rested on his cheek, and looked at his shut eyes, stroking his skin lightly as she felt her breathing become slow and steady. “I know it was just nonsense that she said, but I still can’t get her words out of my head…” Fallon whispered, leaning in closer until there were no more inches between them, their breaths mingling together. “What can’t you get out of your head?” Gary asked, his voice low and soothing as his eyelids slowly opened.Not expecting him to even be awake, Fallon froze, trying desperately to think of something, anything because she didn’t want to tell him about the conversation between Sandra and her.“Nothing,” Fallon quickly replied, pulling her face back, feeling a heat rise to her cheeks. “It’s nothing. You should go back to sleep. Yesterday was hectic, and my crying kept you up late.” “Fallon,

The words that Gary said to Jeremy never left Fallon’s thoughts, even though the morning was now evening, and Gary was sleeping.Adjusting her head on his warm chest, Fallon looked at him, just staring, allowing her thoughts to run wild in her head, as she listened to his heart beating, feeling his chest rise and falling, listening to his breathing.‘What package were you talking about?’ Fallon wondered as she bit her lower lip, thinking furiously.All of a sudden, she heard his phone go off, causing Garyto shift slightly on the bed, hugging onto her waist tightly, and burying his face deeper into her neck “Gary, your phone,” Fallon whispered, feeling reluctant to wake him and yet, also wanting an answer.“Hmm…” He mumbled sleepily, his voice barely audible.“Your phone…,” Fallon repeated, her tone a lot louder than a few minutes ago as she tried again to shake him awake.Finally, Gary opened his eyes, blinking slowly for several seconds. After a few more seconds he seemed to register