" 'You were the moon. All this time. And he was always there for you to make you shine.'

'Was he the sun?'

'No, honey, he was the darkness.' "

- kazekirion

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Anisha slowly made her way downstairs, holding a sleepy Mira in her hands. Her eyes darkened with anger as she looked between Andrew and Amanda.

"What's going on here?" She stood a few feet away from the both of them, glancing between them with irritation. She couldn't fucking believe that Andrew would invite his mistress over to her house.

She felt bitter. She felt resentful.

She had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a while trying to clean up the mess she had made after throwing up blood. It was only a little bit of blood. But for her, every little bit of blood was important.

After making sure she was in fact going to be okay, she had then tried to wake her daughter up, grabbing the fairy wand from the toy basket in Mira's room and commanding Mira to wake up and get ready. Mira had laughed and taken the wand out of her mother's hands and instead commanded her mother to carry her downstairs.

Her exact words had been "go horsey go."

But Anisha was weak, very weak. She had struggled to carry her daughter. But the minute Mira had kissed her mother's cheek and wrapped her arms around her mother, Anisha couldn't stop the small tear that had slid down her cheek.

But she had wiped it away before Mira could see.

Because life wasn't fair.

Because Anisha didn't deserve any of this. She didn't deserve a single bit of it.

And as she looked between her husband and the woman he was fucking, all she felt was bitterness. All she felt was sour bitterness.

Bitterness towards life. Bitterness towards her husband. Bitterness towards her husband's mistress.

And she also felt sorry.

Sorry that she had stayed so long. Sorry that she had let him hurt her like this. Sorry that she had even tried.

But bitter. She was bitter.

Because it was her who was suffering. She was the one who was ill. She was always the one who was crying. She was always the one who was always trying.

Because life wasn't fucking fair. And deep down, she didn't want things to end.

She wanted to get better. She still had some kind of fucking hope that maybe she could be saved. And that she would be okay. She still had some kind of fucking hope that maybe one of these days Sebastian would find something from a blood test result that could prove she was getting better. She wanted to get better.

But it wasn't fair. She didn't deserve this.

And everything that had ever happened to her- every tear she had shed, every night she had stayed awake waiting for him, every harsh word she listened to, every heartbreak she had endured, every bit of pain she had ever felt, it all finally got to her. And all she felt was bitter.

She smiled, deviously as her husband shook his head and gave her a pleading look. His stiff posture and the distress in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by her.

But she didn't care.

Anisha didn't care.

She didn't care at all anymore.

"Good Morning, Amanda. I'm sure you had a great time fucking my husband last night. But in case you weren't aware, you aren't welcome in my house." She looked at Amanda, raising an eyebrow, daring her to talk back. Anisha wouldn't let them treat her like that anymore.

However many days she had left, she was going to spend those days laughing and smiling.

She wasn't going to worry about the liar and cheater she called her husband anymore. She had spent more than enough of her time crying for things to be different.

She was going to spend her last days, with her kids, laughing and smiling. She was going to spend her last few days being happy.

She turned and faced her husband, giving him a sharp smile, refusing to let him or Amanda speak another word. "Oh honey, in case you weren't aware I pay for half of the things in this house. So I suggest you learn to keep your fucking trash out of my house."

Her voice sounded bitter. Because Anisha Hayes was nothing but bitter. Because all she had ever done was suffer. And everything she had suffered made her bitter.

She gently put Mira down, smiling at her daughter as Mira hid behind her mother, peeking out every few seconds only to wave goodbye to Amanda.

The pain in her stomach was still there but it was a little less. In the past week, this was the first time she had taken her medications willingly.

She was going to try and be happy. She was going to try.

She took a small step closer to Andrew. Her eyes were hard and her voice was emotionless. She simply didn't care anymore. "I don't care where or how you fuck her when I'm not around. I don't care what you do with her when I'm not watching. But this house, I have as much of a right over this house as you do. Don't you even think of bringing her here. Are we clear?"

She smiled and took a step back.

And Andrew couldn't help but shiver at her cold tone. Her voice, it was always soft and sweet. He hadn't ever heard it sound so harsh and indifferent before.

But he knew it was all because of his doings. It was all because of his mistakes.

He reached out, trying to grab her hand as she took a step back from him and pulled her hand away from him. He was trying. He had no idea how to approach her. He had no idea how to even try to fix the mistakes he had made.

He had fucked up.

"Wait Anisha, I didn't invite her." He ran a hand through his hair and gave her a soft look. And his voice, it held a silent plea to it.

He needed her to trust that he hadn't invited Amanda. He had no fucking idea what Amanda was even doing at his house. He didn't want Amanda.

He had never want Amanda. He wanted Anisha. He had always wanted Anisha.

She ignored him and looked down at Mira. "What does my favorite Princess want for breakfast?"

All she cared about was her children. She was done trying to fix her broken marriage. She was done caring.

"Ice Cream! I want chocolate ice cream!" Mira gave her mother a toothy grin. And ran to the kitchen, thinking her mother had agreed to let her eat ice cream for breakfast.

Anisha gave Andrew one last look before she followed Mira. She had said everything she needed to say him. But for some reason, she didn't understand the way Andrew was looking at Mira. He seemed confused.

And she wasn't sure why.

Mira always wanted to eat ice cream or cake every day for breakfast. It was nothing new. She couldn't understand why he would look at her with that kind of confusion.

But there was a reason why Andrew was looking at Mira with confusion. Andrew was looking at Mira with confusion for one simple reason. Mira had to be his.

Mira had to be his daughter.

And for the first time that morning, he scanned every aspect of her face, trying to find some kind of similarity between him and his daughter.

Mira had to be his daughter. Mira was his daughter.

He had raised her. He cared about her. He loved her.

He felt guilty even thinking about it. But he wanted to know. He needed to know.

He ran a hand over his face. He was frustrated. All he had wanted to do that morning was talk to Anisha.

That was all.

"Leave." He finally looked at Amanda. He was tired. And things, it was all too much.

"She's lying to you. I'm sorry about your sister. I lied. I..." Her voice held every bit of desperation. And she was crying.

Because for the first time, she was seeing how badly her mistakes had hurt people. How her mistakes had fucked things up.

"Damn it. Fuck off already." His voice was loud.

And Amanda flinched and took a step back as he screamed at her.

Her eyes widened as his fist slammed against the wall, inches from her face. She shook her head, furiously, still trying to get him to listen to her. "It's not about last night. You have to listen to me. She's very sick."

He gritted his teeth and pushed her away. "Fuck off Amanda. I don't fucking care anymore. Fuck my sister. She killed herself. And you, you can fuck off for all I care."

Because Andrew really didn't care anymore. He had made enough mistakes. He was tired of being responsible for his own pain. The guilt, the regrets, it was all too much.

And he knew there was no way Anisha would ever forgive him.

He didn't deserve her forgiveness.

Amanda shook her head, tears falling down her cheeks furiously. She had made mistakes. She had hurt people. She had fucked up.

But she needed him to listen. She needed to tell him the truth.

"I want you to get the fuck away from me, my wife and my kids. Three seconds, you have three seconds to get the fuck out of my face." And Andrew was tired of fucking up.

The mistakes he had made had finally caught up to him. The lack of emotion, the lack of care in Anisha's voice, he hated it. He hated it. And he was responsible for it.

And standing right there, with his son watching him with a disgusted look on his face, with his wife standing in the kitchen listening to every word he was saying, with his daughter eating a bowl of ice cream oblivious to what was going on, Andrew hated himself. He hated because for the first time he had realized how badly he had fucked up.

And he knew he would never be able to fix the mistakes he had made.

He didn't want to listen to what Amanda had to say. He didn't give a fuck about what she had to say.

He rubbed his hand, the one he had slammed against the wall. It was bleeding slightly. But it was nothing compared to the pain he was feeling on the inside.

Life had fucked him up.

He looked at Amanda, running his tongue over his teeth, waiting for her to leave.

"I..." She was desperate now. All she needed was for him to listen for two minutes. He needed to know the truth.

And she let out a harsh sob as he grabbed her by the arm and shoved her out, slamming the door in her face.

She knocked again, slamming her fists against the door, screaming for him to open the door.

She wanted him to listen. She wanted to tell him about the mistakes she had made, the lies she had told, the people she had hurt. She needed him to listen.

But he wouldn't open the door.

She rested her head against the door, tears falling down her face and her heart beating with regret and fear.

Andrew needed to know about Anisha's illness.

She had ruined a family. Two beautiful kids were going to grow up hating their father because he had cheated, just like she had hated her own father. Two beautiful kids were going to grow up hating her, because she was just like her stepmother. She was responsible for every heartbreak Anisha had endured.

Two beautiful and young kids were going to grow up without a mother. And they both would always hate Amanda because Amanda was the one who was responsible for every bit of pain Anisha had suffered in her last days.

And she was. Amanda Lewis was the one who was responsible for a failing marriage and a broken family.

And now all she felt was guilt as she continued knocking, trying to get him to open the door and listen to her. She felt guilty because she had made many mistakes. Mistakes she knew were unforgivable.

And she would live with that guilt for the rest of her life.

Andrew locked the door, hoping this was the last time he would have to see Amanda.

He had made mistakes. He had fucked up. And he knew Anisha would never forgive him.

But he needed to talk to her. He needed to talk to her.

He turned around to face Ryan who was standing up.

Ryan gave his father a small smile and stood up.

"I ended things with her." Andrew knew that didn't change anything. In the eyes of his wife and in the eyes of his son, he would always be a cheater.

"I don't care." Ryan shrugged, looking down at the floor. He didn't want to look into his father's guilty eyes. He didn't want to look into his mother's sad eyes. "I don't care. Why are you telling me? You should be telling mom."

He turned around, leaving his father in the living room.

And Ryan wasn't sure what he wanted his mother to say. He wasn't sure what he wanted her to do.

All he knew was she deserved to be happy. She deserved something better. A better husband and a better son.

He walked into the kitchen and gave his sister a funny look as she sat at the dining table, smiling at him with a big bowl of ice cream in front of her and chocolate ice cream smeared all over her lips.

"You let Mira eat ice cream for breakfast?" He was surprised. Their mother was strict about eating healthy. And he wouldn't have ever expected his mother to agree to let his sister eat ice cream for breakfast.

Anisha simply shrugged and smiled as she handed Ryan a plate. She was willing to give her kids whatever they wanted. She wanted them to be happy. She wanted to be happy, alongside them.

Life didn't always have to be perfectly organized sometimes. Different was good. And rules, sometimes it was good to break the rules.

So she let Mira have ice cream for breakfast. Even though she knew Mira would probably be on a sugar-rush all day.

"Can I have ice cream for breakfast?" He eyed his sister as she stuffed a spoon of ice cream into her mouth. And then he looked back at his mother, hopeful that maybe she would also let him eat ice cream for breakfast.

"Your soccer game is tonight. You need to have a good breakfast. We can get ice cream after. How about that?" Her smile faded a little as Andrew walked into the kitchen and took a seat across from Mira and next to Ryan.

Mira smiled at her father, offering him some ice cream but he ignored her. Mira frowned but smiled again as she ate another spoon of ice cream.

And Anisha couldn't help but wonder why Andrew was still looking at Mira with so much confusion.

Anisha took a seat next to Mira and handed Andrew a plate. Her gaze fell on his hand, it was bleeding a little.

And she did care. She still did care about him. She did care about the fact that he was hurting.

She sighed with irritation as he simply sat there, watching his hand bleed as if it didn't even bother him. She stood up, looking around for a band aid kit.

Because she still cared.

"Wash your hand." She motioned for him to get up so she could take care of his hand. But her voice, it was still cold.

Because she hated him.

But she still loved him.

And Anisha couldn't help it. She still cared for him. She always had.

She didn't want him to be in pain. She was tired of watching him suffer.

But she, she too was tired of suffering.

And she was going to try to be happy. Even if he wasn't going to be a part of her happiness.

She held his hand in hers, drying his hand with a paper towel and then applying pressure to the two small cuts.

She felt weak. She felt sad. She felt pathetic. She felt bitter. She felt heartbroken.

"Apply a Band-Aid or something." Her voice cracked and she was seconds from crying. Because all Anisha ever did was cry.

All she did was cry about a husband who had fallen out of love with her a long time ago. And she had held onto empty promises and broken strings for years.

But now, now she was just tired. She didn't even know what to do anymore.

She was tired. Tired of breathing. Tired of pretending to be happy.

And Andrew, he was tired too. Tired of being miserable. Tired of fucking up all the time.

Just as she was about the turn around and go back to the dining table, he grabbed her hand, holding his hand in hers.

He didn't look at her. He didn't have enough courage to look at her. He couldn't look into her eyes. Because he didn't want to see the sadness in her eyes. The sadness he was responsible for.

He didn't look at her. He was looking down at her hand, her hand intertwined with his. He played with the ring on her finger.

It was his ring. The ring he had given to her when he had promised to love her and care about her.

"Can we talk?" And he spoke with every bit of desperation possible. He needed to talk to her. He needed to talk to her about everything. And he needed to apologize. He had to talk to her.

And she too knew that they had to. She knew they needed to talk. She needed to tell him the truth about her illness. She had kept him in the dark thus far.

But he needed to know.

She turned around and looked at her kids. She just wanted to be happy. She watched as Ryan took a spoon of ice cream from his sister. And she smiled as Mira stuck her hand in the bowl of ice cream, playing with the ice cream with her hands and smearing more ice cream over her face and .

And she wanted her kids to be happy. And the way they were smiling and laughing right now, she couldn't take that away from them.

They needed good memories, happy memories of when the four of them had been a family. She couldn't take that away from them.

"We will. We need to talk. But when I want to. Not today and not tomorrow. Ryan's game is today and Mira has been looking forward to going to Disneyland for months now. We'll act like how we always do for the next few days. And then, then we'll talk." She rubbed her eyes, trying to make it look like she hadn't been close to crying. "I'm done Andrew. I'm honestly done."

And she was. She was simply fed up with everything. She just didn't care anymore.

He gently placed his hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him and said the two words he knew wouldn't change anything. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head and pulled away. Sorry didn't change anything. It would never be enough. It would never enough to take away her pain, to take away everything she had suffered.

"Yea, me too."

And she was sorry. Because she had stayed with him when she shouldn't have. And she had loved him when he hadn't deserved to be loved.

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If only Andrew would let Amanda talk...

It's fairly split between Andrew and Sebastian but Andrew does have a few more votes. The next few chapters are going to be between Andrew and Anisha. And after that there will be Anisha and Sebastian moments. I don't favor one because I don't like either or I like both. Andrew hurt her but Sebastian has also hurt her.

Anisha is very ill and she does suffer from depression. She holds onto the idea of Andrew and who he used to be. What she wants is some kind of act of love or care from Andrew. She's trying to be happy for her kids.

The next few chapters are going to focus between Anisha, Andrew and the kids. Anything that happens does not mean that she forgives Andrew. Anisha wants the Ryan and Mira to have memories of a happy family. And so the next few days are very important for her because she hopes she can leave those kinds of memories and happiness behind for her children. But as the end gets closer, all Anisha feels is anger and bitterness.

Andrew still doesn't know everything. But he is still trying to fix things between him and Anisha. Because he is tired and just wants to move on. I rather have him try and fix things without knowing the full truth than to magically realize the truth and then start to fix things.

AND NOW.........for the random gif lol I used to love the Dolan Twins but then I stopped and my sister used to hate them and now she's obsessed with them. So yeaaaaa