(Esmee) My love wasn't enough (Mi's side)

My love wasn’t enough.

You gave it all into the call
You took a chance and
You took the fall for us,

You took my hand and added a plan
You gave me your heart

　

Sia, my love

Without saying another word I threw open the car door and got out onto the street and started walking away. That was it all over in the space of seconds. Years and years of love and adoration extinguished; as easy as blowing out a candle. I knew it was stupid, I knew that there should have been a way to do something but my whole body hurt with what he said. I didn’t want to be someone else’s silly girl and it didn’t mater if we had been married for five years or five minutes if that is what I had become to him…it was over.

“Esmee, wait, stop! I am sorry” I heard Emmet yell behind me but the words didn’t mean anything and there was nothing to say. I know he didn’t mean to hurt me and I new he was a good man and all along I new I hadn’t been good enough for him. I new it couldn’t last and finally in once second of lost control he had said what he really thought.

I had no idea where I was going to go or any idea how a divorce really worked I never thought I would have to go through one. When I said I will I had truly meant it. I loved no other the way I loved him, the way I still loved him. The brake up of are marriage was not to punish him, it was to save him. My love wasn’t enough.
“Esmee where are you going? Wait!” Emmet shouted grabbing hold of my arm and yanking me around to look at him. He looked hurt but not as hurt as me, he also looked sorry but to change my mind would have been wrong. all of this was for him.

“I going away. I don’t want to be your silly girl Emmet.” I sighed two tears dribbling down over my face at the same time as his fell over his. I wondered if we both cried for the same reason but if we did there wouldn’t of been any reason to cry. If he loved me like he used to I would of stayed.

“Esmee I am sorry. Come back to the car, lets go home.”

“I no longer have one. It’s over Emmet, gone.”

“What do you mean? You are my wife Esmee, Sickness and in health,. Death do us part.” Emmet whined more tears falling over his cheeks in time with mine. I put my hand up and held the side of his face and forced my self to smile at him.

“Don’t cry my baby. I was never good enough for you. I was never “in health” and I never to hurt you.” I whispered the tears in my throat stopping from talking properly.


“Don’t go Esmee, don’t leave you know I am nothing with out you!” Emmet begged

“I’m sorry.” and with that I turned from him and begin running up the road as fast as my legs could carry me. In this road was where my story started and in this road it would end. I would not devoice Emmet there was no need to. Instead I would just bring the death do us part thing forward a bit.