Filed To Story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
Although she had never spent the night here, she’d had a key and dropped by to pick things up occasionally. He got nothing and put his phone down. Marilyn wasn’t going to be drawn into any form of interaction with him. or
Marylin/Marri
He sat on his lounge and wondered if that was simply because she had no memories of being Mamn? Or because she’d meant it when she’d said, ‘Don’t expect me to be nice to you! She was actively going to make him fall into line and wait, he thought to himself.
He wondered if the boys had been told yet? And how did they feel about it? Were they concerned or happy and maybe a little excited about having a dad? He knew that she would tell him. It seemed her word was her bond. She also wasn’t going to be a push over. He’d originally thought she was quiet, shy and timid, because she’d not wanted to deal with him and just seemed to let everything go.
Now he knew she was anything but, likely just a woman that didn’t like drama, and he’d pushed and pushed until her life was a drama mixed with his. What he’d seen this morning was likely the real Marilyn. A hot??eaded and stubborn woman, not actually willing to give in to anyone’s demands. Compromises could be made, but she wasn’t willing to just be stepped all over or pushed aside. He liked that about her. gone off She wasn’t anything like Marrin, who had always just nodded at him and told him yes, smiled and and done whatever he’d asked her too. Though now, as he thought about that, it was more likely because of that contract she’d signed, the clause not to cause disruption to his life, and she was never allowed to cause a scene in public in his life.
He sat thinking about the differences between Marilyn and Marrin. Her hairstyle, make??p, and clothing choices were also the polar opposite of Marrin. He could put that down to her just wanting a completely different life; a new fresh start. It was kind of to be expected, he thought, if one was going to change their name and start a new life. You would go about changing all those little things about yourself to help you let go of who you’d once been, or he thought so anyway.
He googled her once more, though this time with the intent of seeing all the books she’d written and what order they’d been written in, checked the name of the reading platform he could access them on, and downloaded it to his phone.
He sat and filled in the required information about himself on that app and then typed her name into the search bar. Touched each of her books and added them to the reading list. He would see what she wrote and maybe try and understand her a little better from her work; anything was possible.
Calvin showered and changed into comfortable clothing, and made himself comfortable on his lounge as he opened her first book and read the blurb. He shook his head, it was definitely tailored to female readers, he realised.
It stated there were only 47 chapters to it; a short book, he thought, but that could be expected with her first venture into the world as an author. Though the reader count was just over four million, and this one book. had over 500K followers. He smiled at seeing that. He could only imagine it would grow with every new reader reached, even with her new books, as they wanted to read other things she wrote.
He swiped the bar at the bottom that stated swipe to read first chapter. Marrin had become a successful author even before they’d gotten divorced. This book he was now reading wasn’t just a fantasy romance, she had created her own realm and laws her characters had to follow, and it blended those realms into the human realm here, giving readers the illusion it could be a possibility.
He could see how the computer programmer that Marrin had been could even do this. That company where she’d worked had been about making their own indie games. A game to play was essentially just a story to be told, it had scenery and dialogue, drama and was fictional. Something she or one of those women thought up, and they all contributed to bringing it to life.
Marylin/Marrin
Marrin had just turned what she could do as a game creator into a more in??epth work of art was all. She simply opted to use words to tell her tale instead of code. He could see both sides of Marrin and Marilyn in her writing, and it made him smile to know she still got to do something she loved.
He would sit and read all her works between now and when he was allowed to go and see her, get to know her and meet the boys officially. Keep his connection to her through the reading of her books. It would also show her that he’d taken an interest in what she did for a living, and show the boys as well.
He got to Chapter 11 and had to buy credits to read further on, put in those details and bought the highest amount of app coins he could, so his reading wouldn’t be interrupted. Didn’t even bat an eyelid at shelling out money for her books and blinked. There was not a single thought in him that was adverse to paying for her books.
He smiled to himself. Maybe he was on his way to being truly over that obsession because, once not so long ago, shelling out money for anything to do with her, had ticked him off, not anymore, progress he thought had actually been made.
He chuckled softly to himself as he got to that first s*x scene and realised some of it was him and Marrin, from their marital bed, not all of it, but he felt the connection to it, and it shot an image of them together doing that into his mind’s eyes.
That was nice to know, he’d not been expecting smut to be in her books, the indie games she and her team had created were all clean. It was nice to read, and he wondered just how many times reading something like that was going to bring to his mind; them naked in their marital bed?
He put his phone on charge when it alerted him to only having 15% battery left, and he glanced at his watch and blinked at the time. It was after midnight, he needed to go to bed, he had to get up to go to the office in the morning.
He’d been reading for nearly five hours straight and hadn’t even realised it. He’d just been turning the pages on his phone one at a time and read what she’d written, not skimmed anything and no speed reading, was trying to take it all in.
Her mind was interesting to him. For her to come up with an idea like she had, and to put pen to paper, he wondered how long it had taken her to write her first book? He was tempted to pick it up and read more, but he did have work in the morning, and had to get sleep if he was to function properly.
Though as he lay there he itched to read it, and his eyes moved to his phone multiple times, he had to make himself roll over and not look at his phone, to be able to push it from his mind. He told himself he could read more in the car on the way to the office or when done for the day, and relaxed back here at the apartment.
Marilyn
She tossed and turned in her bed and had a weird??ss dream about being in the middle of a felid of flowers that just never ended. No matter where she ran in that field, she just couldn’t seem to get out of it.
The smell of those flowers was also very familiar to her, but not also not one of an actual flower either. She knew even in that dream that what they smelled like to her, was Calvin Reeves’ aftershave, and she seemed to be enveloped in it and unable to escape it.
Then, as she turned about inside that dream, there was Calvin Reeves standing off in the distance and the flowers were gone. She turned away from him, and tried to run away, as she heard him call out her old name Marrin.’ She could hear him coming after her now, and as she tried to run away from him, she found herself unable to run at all. Her legs would barely move even as hard as she tried to make them.
They wouldn’t move any faster than an agonisingly slow trudge. She felt as though they were weighed down. by something heavy, and although she was screaming at herself to run, and trying desperately to make herself move and run, she could not.
“Rin,”
She heard him call out to her.
There was no escape for her and she knew it. Turned and looked over her shoulder, and he was almost upon her.
“No.”
she gasped and turned to face forward once more, only to find herself face to face with another version of herself. One with a much younger and softer look than her own, she had long hair that was curled at the ends, and softer make??p. She knew it was Marrin by instinct.
I’m coming for you.’ that version of herself told her and was then reaching out a hand towards her. Marilyn stopped trying to run and came to a standstill, turning away only to find Calvin Reeves was right there behind her reaching out his hand towards her as well. She was trapped between the two of them, with no way out, and she screamed
“no”
inside her dream, then woke up in real life.
She was still in her bed, and her whole body was a lather of sweat, as if she’d actually been running in real life, not in the dream. She was hot all over and her heart was pounding inside her chest. It was still dark outside, and she had to calm herself down, take a few steadying breaths, and she sat up and just kind of hugged herself for a moment and breathed calmly as she pulled herself together and let go of the dream. She glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was just on 3am, and she sighed to herself, why did she always wake up at this hour? The witching hour is what she considered it to be. She often woke now at this time, to dreams of being hunted and chased. Although she rarely recalled them with clarity, today it was clear as bloody crystal.
She also knew herself well enough to know she was now wide awake and there was no going back to sleep after that dream. She sighed to herself as she got out of bed. She even knew why she’d dreamed of it. She didn’t need to be a genius to figure that one out. It was simply because, in that meeting, Calvin had been wearing an aftershave that had itched at her sense of smell and memory.
She’d not been able to recall it or recognise it, but something about how he’d smelled was very familiar to her. art of her Now, as she stood in the kitchen drinking a glass of water, she understood it was that forgott that was his ex??ife Marrin, who had smelled it. It was likely going to be the very aftershave he worn during their three years of marriage.
I bought that for him.’ Popped into her mind and she closed her eyes and shook her head, didn’t even try and argue with herself about it, or hearing that thought either. That scent had brought back something of Marrin that had pushed into her dream.
She understood herself well enough to know that this very dream was actually how she felt right now in her life. Trapped between one Calvin Reeves and Marrin; a woman she didn’t recall. Calvin wanted her to be Marrin, and now it seemed to her that Marrin wanted to come back and take full control of her.
A part of her wanted to be Marrin again, che supposed, or at least recall the woman, Marilyn sighed and wondered if she would just vanish altogether and have no memories of being Marilyn for the past eight years? Would Marrin’s memories just completely overlay who Marilyn was? Her eyes moved to the second floor to where she knew the boys were sleeping at this very moment.
‘No’ she shook her head, that was ridiculous, and just something that was done in movies and books to create more drama for the viewers and readers. In reality, one always retained all their memories from the moment they’d originally lost their memories and their old life. They just simply recalled the past was all, recalled what they lost and understood who they’d once been, when it happened.
Marilyn had a feeling that was exactly what was going to happen to her. She was going to get it all back, likely hadn’t because a part of herself was also scared to know the truth and didn’t actually want to.
All she knew of Calvin Reeves was anger and fear of his obsession with her, and she had no idea if that was what Marrin had also felt. She only held that one memory of the two of them together, and it was filled with the pain and anguish of a broken heart. Thoughts of that man being in love with another woman. So did Marilyn really want to know the truth of Marrin’s life with Calvin and just how bad it been, in the lead up to their final moment together?
The answer was, she honestly didn’t know. What if it was all happy and Marrin just believed he’d ended their marriage because she thought he was in love with another woman? But really, he wasn’t or hadn’t been. What if Marrin’s memories came back and Marilyn found herself along with those memories, convinced he did love her and wanted to go back to him herself?
Would she have to become Marrin once more? She had no idea if Calvin would want the person she was now. It was a nightmare for her to think about at times, and so she tried her best not to think about it, which was likely delaying the inevitability of her regaining her actual memories.
The more she thought about it, herself as Marilyn and Marrin, a part of her wanted to know what Marrin was like, but also at the same time, not in conjunction with Calvin.
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