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Out of desperation she ran upstairs and began to throw clothes into a holdall. Hot salty tears blurred her vision, and she was shaking uncontrollably. This had to be the last time, she had to make a break, get out now while she had the chance. She knew he was sitting downstairs oblivious to her frantic actions upstairs, but she had expected no less. He didn’t even notice her at the best of times. She looked around the bedroom they had shared for three years. She knew she wouldn’t fit everything she needed into her holdall, but she didn’t care. All the material things held memories that were painful; they reminded her of a marriage that was doomed to fail. What’s the point of having this house, all their money, she thought, if they were unhappy? Why was it they felt they had to live a lie, live in denial about how they really felt?
 

*

The trouble with money it, it has the potential to destroy even the strongest of relationships. Before their relationship started they knew that it was never going to be easy. They had completely different lifestyles, completely different backgrounds. It was his mother who had insisted they get married, and it only seemed logical. She had little money, and he had enough to support both of them. They had only been together for eleven months, but it felt right, or it had done back then. There had been passion, love, commitment. Everything she wanted in a relationship. While walking up the aisle, Kate had known it would never work. He didn’t smile at her as he used to, he didn’t have that same look in his eyes, and she knew they had been pressured into this marriage. She stood in the church next to her dad as he gave her away and wished that she could just whisper to him to take her home. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, the day she had dreamed of as a little girl, but somehow it felt all wrong. 
 
Later that day, Jamie had refused to dance with her. He was stubborn and moody, just like a child, and she loathed him for ruining the already unpleasant day. She had sat down in her beautiful dress, wishing that the man she had married would even realise she was in the same room. 
 
As she sat, miserably looking around her at the people enjoying themselves, she noticed her mother in law. She looked alarmingly self satisfied, and at that moment Kate wanted slap that smugness off her face for ruining her life. She was shocked at this revelation, but she knew it was true; her life was ruined. It had taken thousands of pounds, and pressure from both sets of parents to convince her, but at that moment she realised that she was married to a man she didn’t even love.
 A warm hand on her shoulder had startled out of her thoughts, and she had turned to see Jamie’s dad standing behind her offering her a dance. As he held her, they moved around the dance floor, and he had whispered in her ear,
“I know this wasn’t what you wanted, and I’m sorry, just remember, you’re a strong person, you can get through this”.
She had looked into his eyes, tears welling up and almost spilling over onto her cheeks, and they had danced to the rest of the song in silence. She didn’t know what to say back, but it was a relief that someone had faith in her.

 

*

She continued to pull clothes out of the wardrobe, franticly throwing them into a pile at her feet, and then suddenly, she stopped. She stared at the item in her hands, letting the silky material slip through her fingers, holding it to her body. It still smelled of the perfume she had put on that day. Jamie’s favourite. She slowly knelt down, laying the white dress out in front of her; fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. She ran her hands over the garment, wiping away the tears that were falling onto it, she began to feel nostalgic, yet somehow she despised this dress. Standing up, she began to undress, tearing at her clothes with desperation, and when she had removed everything but her underwear, she snatched up the dress, lowering it onto her body, zipping it up. She stood in front of the mirror, wiping her eyes, and almost didn’t recognise the reflection. Her hair was wild, her makeup smudged and her eyes red and puffy, and here she was, standing in this beautiful dress, it made her look almost radiant, and it still fitted perfectly, clinging to the curves of her body. She smoothed it down, feeling the lace, rough against her palms. She twirled, admiring herself, smiling, imagining that she was wearing it for the first time, but this time marrying someone worthy of her, someone who loved her. She felt her heart soar at the thought of real love, butterflies in her stomach, she wondered if it was too late to find someone else. As she turned to face the mirror again she started, and stood frozen, staring at the second reflection that had now appeared. Behind her stood Jamie, leaning casually against the doorframe, smirking at her. The colour rose in her cheeks, and she felt a rush of shame, quickly reaching for the zip to remove the offending garment.
“You look…nice” he said playfully,

“I…uh…thanks I guess” she replied, becoming flustered as the zip jammed.
He walked up behind her, putting his hand on hers, sliding the zip down and letting the dress fall off her body. She felt self conscious under his gaze, and wrapped her arms around herself as if to protect herself. He kissed her neck, and her skin tingled under his warm breath. She wanted to badly to believe that this meant something, but she knew he only wanted one thing, and that it meant nothing to him. She pulled away, reaching for her clothes and quickly pulled them on, and, picking up the dress, she continued packing her things.

“Going somewhere nice?” Jamie sneered.

“Stop pretending you care, you know I’m leaving you, why did you even bother coming upstairs?” Kate snapped back.
He lunged forward, grabbing her arm and pulled her to face him. She tried to writhe free of his grip but he was stronger and held her in place while he glared into her eyes.

“You think I’m going to let you leave that easily?” he breathed.
She just looked at him, confused as to why he suddenly cared now, after all this time. Her confusion must have shown because he shook her, and she just stared back at him, not knowing what to say. He released his grip, and threw his arms in the air, exasperated. She turned slowly, and resumed packing as she felt him pace the floor behind her, sighing loudly.
 
She zipped up her bag and looked around her to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. Noticing that Jamie had stopped pacing and was now looking at her, she turned to face him, half smiling. He looked distraught, his face reddened and eyes glassy with tears. For a moment, she saw in him the Jamie she fell in love with, and reached out her hand as if to touch him and pull him close, but she paused, arm suspended in mid air. She knew that she was making the right decision; she felt it was time to move on, and so she retracted her arm, and, after blowing him a kiss, she took a deep breath, turned and walked away.

Behind her, watching her leave, Jamie fell to his knees. There was so much he wanted to say, but the words didn’t come easily to him, he felt agitated with himself. A complete state of distress and urgency, took over him as he realised he was letting the person he loved the most walk away from him. He grasped at his collar, feeling stifled, desperately gasping in air, trying to find the energy to shout after her, and yet his words dissolved in his mouth.