Shiva

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His words did bring a bit of peace to her, and she knew he was probably running through his head to see if he could find what he did wrong. Her mind was a jumbled mess and she didn't even know how to put the chaos into words. It wasn't just him, it was her too. She had always been very sensitive to the slightest change in someone's behavior, and it made her nervous when people changed. Every time someone changed, they started to pull away from her, and eventually they'd leave. She'd been told she was paranoid, but it had happened too many times to be simple paranoia at this point. Even though Mishka hadn't really changed, something about him was still different. They way it felt to be around him was just ever so slightly off. Something had changed, and it scared her because she didn't want to lose him. God, she couldn't lose him.

She thought she had lost him once, and it almost killed her. When Mishka was still with the military, he went off the radar for several weeks. It wasn't uncommon for him to blip off every now and then for a couple of days, but after six weeks of not hearing anything from him or anyone that worked with or near him, her friends started trying to prepare her for the worst. They started trying to gently tell her that maybe he wasn't going to come back, and that maybe it was time to start to give up hope a little bit. She would always paste a smile on her face and tell them that they were spouting nonsense, but at night when she was alone her bedroom, she'd cry herself to sleep every night, terrified that the next morning she'd wake up to a letter on her doorstep telling her that he wasn't coming home.

Turns out they had just been going deep undercover and they couldn't tell anyone. Amber had never been so close to slapping military generals before in her life.

She had been simply sitting in silence for several seconds now, trying to think of what to say. She could feel Mishka's worried gaze on her, and with a sigh she reached over and took his hand, a sort of comforting act she did whenever she was distressed over something and needed reassurance. "It's just we. . . Everything's repeated. . ." She said simply, not sure of how to explain it.

'Ƭɪʟʟ Ɗᴇᴀᴛʜ Ɗᴏ Us Ƥᴀʀᴛ

After turning the TV to the station her show was airing on, Amber sat on the couch and tried to focus on the show. However, that was easier said then then done when her marriage was falling apart and the only one that seemed to care was her. She didn't want to fight with Mishka again, but she felt as though someone needed to say something. It was one of those moments where she knew the only person that was going to do anything was her, and if anything was going to change she had to be the one to take action. It's like when you're in a group of people and you're the only one that is going to speak up against something, and it can either end really well, or it can make the situation even worse then it was before.

Amber was carefully considering her words, trying to decide whether or not she would actually say something. Would it change anything? Was it worth the risk of things getting worse? What if Mishka got angry, or worse yet, what if he gave the answer she most feared? She bit her bottom lip as the knot in her stomach continued to grow tighter. The butterflies she had once felt when Mishka was close to her had died and turned to stabbing pain and fear of getting into another fight with him.

A sigh left her lips as she finally made a decision. She'd ask him this single question, and pray it wouldn't lead to another confrontation. At that moment speaking became the hardest thing in the world, and took all of her energy to force her mouth to open and to form the words.

"Mishka. . . Do you still love me?"

'Ƭɪʟʟ Ɗᴇᴀᴛʜ Ɗᴏ Us Ƥᴀʀᴛ

Name: Amber Zholnerovich
Age: 29
Gender: Female

@FullMetalHeart

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And there it was. The same thing that they'd been doing over and over again for months now. The sheer lack of effort either of them were putting into this relationship made her break a little inside, and she had to actually pause what she was doing for a moment to regain her composure and not cry. It didn't help when she thought about how happy they used to be. She thought that after everything she'd been through in her life, Mishka could be her happily ever after. She had expected problems, she wasn't naive. However, she never expected having to guess as to whether or not her husband even cared anymore. After a few prolonged moments of silence, she took a deep breath and forced herself to answer Mishka. "Yeah, might as well."

'Ƭɪʟʟ Ɗᴇᴀᴛʜ Ɗᴏ Us Ƥᴀʀᴛ

"I'm back"

A voice caught Amber's attention. She was currently sitting on the couch in her pajama being a lazy bum, something that she didn't get to do a lot. Amber got up with a sigh and decided she'd probably better at least see how his day was. He was late coming home, but that seemed to be a regular thing lately. She had to admit that it worried her. . . A lot. They had been having arguments lately, and she felt that Mishka was growing distant, and it scared her. Amber knew that she was probably overreacting over nothing, but at the same time she couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from her.

"Hey." She greeted as she came over. As had become her habit for when he came home, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and went over to heat up the food she had ordered, which was chinese takeout. "How was your day?" She asked. Not that she expected anything other then the usual 'It was fine, yours?' Everything was habit. Everything was repeated. Every. Single. Day. They were both pretending there was nothing wrong when both of them knew that something was broken.

'Ƭɪʟʟ Ɗᴇᴀᴛʜ Ɗᴏ Us Ƥᴀʀᴛ

It occurred to Amber as she entered the apartment that she probably should have stopped by the store before coming home, but it was far too late now. She didn't have anything decent to cook, so she'd just call for delivery. It wasn't a home cooked meal, but she was too tired right now to really worry about that. Her brother had been talking her ear off nonstop about how him and their sister were fighting and how he never got along with dad, and then her dad called and started complaining about his 'useless children' to her, and then her mother got into a fight with her dad, and basically it was another really long day and all Amber wanted to do was sleep. Indefinitely.

'Ƭɪʟʟ Ɗᴇᴀᴛʜ Ɗᴏ Us Ƥᴀʀᴛ

No Longer Valid Because I'm An Idiot.

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We both have our character sheets already, so yeah XD

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

As was I XD

Journey to the Past

Amber

"Dragons and magic and witches and wizards. . . Perhaps it is because of the difference between the times we were born in, but I can't believe this is my world in the future. . . And I highly doubt I'm important, but believe what you will. I won't be long." The brown haired girl replied before she began looking around the shop.