Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's based on the quote "Let not light see my black and deep desires" from Macbeth

Submitted: July 27, 2012

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Submitted: July 27, 2012



“Let not light see my black and deep desires”



Raychelle and Ed Rudfield had been married for 2 years. Exactly. Today was their anniversary, and Raychelle couldn’t feel worse. She looked down at Ed’s face, peaceful and happy in sleep, and happiness filled her green eyes as she thought about how much she had hurt him. The worst thing about it was that he loved her. Really, really loved her, and she was so willing to hurt him.  Oh well, she thought, he doesn’t know. Not yet, at least. She worried about Tom’s plan to tell him as she stared off into space, drifting into a world much better than this, a world where you could be with the one you truly loved and nothing bad would ever happen.


“Honey? Where are you beautiful?” Ed called out to Raychelle, as she rolled her eyes and whispered, “I’m right in the room, you stupid man.” She sighed and forced herself to smile sweetly at him. “Yes darling, I’m right here, what is it? Is everything okay?”  He looked at her, and in that moment his heart skipped a beat. It was her eyes, her eyes held a million secrets that only he could read. Those gorgeous green eyes of hers set like glittering emeralds in the most exquisite diamond you could ever find. Her lips, naturally red and plump, so kissable. Her button nose, which didn’t really fit with the rest of her features, but looked cute as ever when you really looked. He remembered the day he saw her. He remembered how happy he was when she had accepted that offer to see that dreadful movie that everyone hated. Of course, he wasn’t watching the movie, he was watching her, the way her eyes crinkled up at the corners when she laughed, the way she flipped her hair when it got in her eyes. He knew, at that moment that gravity no longer held him to the earth. She did. She was his everything, and he knew that he couldn’t live if she didn’t want him anymore.

“Ed? What on earth did you want?!” Raychelle snapped, bringing him back to reality, back to this world where he knew that something was happening, and he wouldn’t like it.

“Oh, nothing dear. Absolutely nothing. Just wanted to see your beautiful face.”

“Honestly Ed, I was busy texting To… oh wait, never mind. Don’t worry.” She smiled a smile so sweet it was sickly, and turned on her heel and sat back down. I really have to be more careful, otherwise he’s going to know something’s up….. She thought. She couldn’t let it slip about Tom. Never.


There’s something going on between them, I swear it. Ed thought, as he watched Raychelle and Tom from across the room. He watched him lean across and tuck a strand of chestnut brown hair behind her ear, and her leaning into his hand and blushing deeply as she looked into his eyes. She never does that when I touch her, not anymore. Tom was his best friend, and had been since primary school 20 years ago, but he really regretted the decision to introduce them to each other. They got on better then he and Raychelle ever did now. They laughed more, talked more, did everything together. They were inseparable. Suddenly, a loud laugh from across the room snapped him back from reminiscing. He looked over to see Tom and Raychelle, their fingers intertwined, staring intensely into each others eyes. He had to stop this, and now. He walked over to them as fast as he could; silently begging to God that nothing happened between them. If that happened, he wouldn’t be able to control his actions…..


The next day, as Raychelle walked out of the door to meet Tom, she couldn’t help but think of the man she was leaving behind.  Whilst it was true that Ed wasn’t the best looking man out there, she could’ve done a lot worse. Is it really worth it? She thought. Is it really worth risking everything, a home, a family, a life, just for love? She looked back at her life, how miserable it had been until she met Tom. Until that moment, her life had been nothing but a blank canvas. Ed was in the painting, a squirt of brown there, and squiggles of muddy yellow over there. Nothing particularly special. But then there was Tom. Tom was the neon colours on the page; he lit up her life like a torch, a massive spotlight that shone upon her and made her feel amazing, like there was nothing that could ever stand in her way. Yes. It is definitely worth it.




I knew it. Ed bubbled with anger as he watched Raychelle climb into the back of Tom’s Porsche.  I knew something was going on.  This was it. He had one chance, one chance to get her back. He knew what he had to do, but he had to be quick.  Was she worth the risk though? That was the main question, the one he had to answer. He looked across at their wedding photo, grabbed the car keys and was out the door faster than you could say I love you.




“Oh my gosh. That’s terrible!” The old lady exclaimed as the news splashed across the television. “Car crash, 1 dead, 2 injured. Name of deceased, Thomas Charles DeLuke. You shall be missed.”



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