I could feel his breath on my skin. The sky outside the window was cold and grey.

I just lay there in the bed till he turned over and away from me.

I closed my eyes tightly, tears welling in them before I got up finally and walked out of the room, to the outside world beyond the door.

My flesh was naked, bare to the wilderness. I could hear his heavy breathing behind me and I decided to leave.

I got on my clothes and brushed my hair before unlocking the front door and leaving the man I loved.

Who I had thought I had loved.

It was just the feeling I got when I was close to him. The thrill, the joy... the danger.

Because he was not mine... he belonged to another.

As I walked down the footpath, I saw a woman pass me. She waved to me and I waved back.

I looked prim and proper and she did not suspect a thing.

"Where are you coming from, sis?" She asked me and I paused as we passed each other, only for a brief moment.

I smiled a forced smile her way and only said.

"Just going for my morning walk."

"In this weather?" She asked me, looking at me puzzled, before stopping me by grabbing my arm and saying, "Come by for a cuppa, don't walk in this rain."

My heart galloped for a mere second, before the thrill and danger approached me again and I only smiled again. But this time it was not forced.

I came back to the house I had left only moments ago and came to the living room, sitting down there and just listened to the kettle boil.

My sister got up her lazy husband and he slogged into the room but froze up in stiff tenseness when he saw me.

I was not meant to be here.

I was not wanted... which gave me a secret sinister joy inside.

"Oh, Madeline..." He said, clearing his throat and looking mighty uncomfortable, "What are you doing here?"

"My sister, your wife, invited me back."

"And... you said 'Yes'?"

"Yes,"

I grinned at him darkly.

He gave a frightened nod and walked awkwardly out of the room. I slowly watched him go, before lifting up my purse and scavenging through it for my lipstick. Most of it had rubbed off me, and I always being prim and proper, kept it on me at all times.

However, I could not find the piece of makeup I was looking for before I saw it being dropped on the table before me.

I slowly looked up, seeing my sister's teary eyes stare back at me, as she said.

"I found this in my bedroom."

"Oh, right..?"

"And... on my husband's white top's collar."

I froze up so completely then, only staring at her. Staring at the girl I grew up with and I gave a heavy gulp, saying.

"You can keep it..."

She watched me in silent pain.

"Why..?" She asked me, just so heartbroken.

And I didn't know how to answer her this. I only shrugged and said back in return.

"I guess because you never made me Maid of Honour..."

I got up to leave and she watched me go, as I left the room and her house.

Petty? Yeah... painful... of course.

But I had gotten what I wanted in the end.

Though now... it was pointless...

And I didn't want it any more.

I wanted so much more.

I would visit my other married sister on the other side of town.

And her husband too...

I rubbed the lipstick anew on my mouth... and grinned.

Smiling a wicked grin.

As I walked wickedly in the rain...