Faith Martin tried as hard as she could not to cry as she slid the divorce papers across the table to her husband Trevor. He looked down, confused, and as he realized what the papers contained, his chocolatey eyes wide and hurt.
"Faith?" He questioned, his voice unbelieveably hurt, his voice slightly choked.
"I just don't think this is the right time to be married. I'm only twenty-one," she said over the lump in her throat, feeling her eyes tear up.
"And I'm twenty-five! I don't see the problem!" Trevor responded. Faith could see the unshed tears in his eyes, and could feel a tear falling from her own eyes. She'd always loved that Trevor cried. During a good movie, because of a death, at a wedding, anywhere that crying was inevitable. It was just so sweet that he was man enough to cry. He bawled like a baby last year at their wedding. Not as much as her, though, which surprised everyone.
"Trevor, I need time to find myself, to figure out what I want to do in life."
"And you can't do that while married to me? Am I that horrible?" He asked, his voice becoming dull and his eyes glazed over.
"Of course not! It's just, I need my freedom. I need to go places, discover things. Honey, I just graduated from college. Do you know how confused I am right now? I think you do, because you went through the same thing. You traveled the world before finally settling here in Washington and becoming a private investigator and marrying me!" Faith was crying freely now, and when Trevor opened his arms to her, it took all of her willpower to decline, and she couldn't bear the hurt that registered on his face when she gently pushed his arms away.
"So basically what you're saying is that you need to be alone to do all of those things, to find what you need? And what if you find that what you need is me, is home?" Trevor's voice was cold, as it got when he didn't want toc ry.
Trevor worked two ways. He was either cuddly and compassionate and cried over a situation, or he shut down and went into robot mode, cold and hard, running on autopilot. Right now he was in robot mode, and that nearly killed Faith as much as this divorce was. Faith watched him just sit there, completely still and straight,a lock of his thick brown hair falling into his eyes, his lips in a tight line, hisstrong jaw set, the three inch long scar from where he'dfallen in a hockey tournament in histeens whiter than usual.
"Then it will be too late. I'll have hurt you too much to ever let myself try and come back to you. Trevor, I love you, but I'm just soo confused. You just have to understand that."
Without waiting for his response, Faith just stood up and walked down the hall of their good sized house, locking herself in the room she and Trevor had created so many memories in. Now, it was also the room she ran to for comfort as she tore apart both of their lives, and more importantly, their hearts.