“Wait Marcy!” He bellowed as he tore from the room.

He hadn’t expected to see her there. He hadn’t expected the fiery little pixie to be curled in a ball on the floor, sobbing. He had no idea what was going on. What she thought she saw that day.

Andy’s pregnant wife had walked up to him while his Aunt was in the restroom that day at the Bistro to thank him for everything he and the guys had done for her after Andy’s death. She seemed good. Well, as good as can be expected so soon after her husband died needlessly. A car bomb in Iraq. His death like many others still haunted Tim’s dreams. He almost lost his cousin that day too.

He sat down against the wall next to Marcy and hung his arms over his knees. He sighed and attempted to wrap his arm around her. She stiffened and turned her head slowly. It was so slow he knew then the anger had returned. He dropped his arm and looked at her, sad.

“Marcy,” he sighed and put his head in his hands.

“Don’t! I don’t want to hear any of your lies!” She screeched.

He looked at her dumbfounded. She isn’t going to let me explain! He started to get angry. His blood began to boil and he had to stop and take a deep breath before he blew. He was quickly matching the rage in her eyes.

“Why?” she asked brokenly. “Why did you do it?”

“I didn’t do anything!” He bellowed.

She flinched and he instantly regretted his actions. He never wanted to make her scared. He never wanted to upset her. He would never, ever cheat on her. He should have known something like this was coming. They had both been different since they got out of the army. She was more neurotic and threw herself into her degree. She was distant and paranoid at the best of times. She was volatile and violent at the worst of times.

“I don’t want to fight with you,” he sighed. “Not like this.”

“You should have thought about that before you cheated on me!” she screeched.

“I didn’t! Would you let me explain?” He bellowed.

She got up quickly and made a dash for the elevator. He blew out a strangled breath and went after her. He couldn’t believe it was going down like this. After everything they had been through together, she was really doing this.

“Leave me alone Mac,” She said and I sighed. “I can’t talk to you right now. I can barely look at you!”

“Don’t leave me Marcy! Not like this! Please, Baby just hear me out!” He bellowed as the elevator doors open and she walked inside.

The tears were streaming down her face. Her bright blue eyes were shining. Her milky white skin was blotchy from crying and he hated himself for being the cause of her tears.

“Good-bye Tim,’ she said on a strangled breath as the doors closed and took his heart with it.

“Good-bye, Marcy.”