In Their Own Words
Eva
Fuck love! I’ve been there and that. I’ve been a fiance twice, then a wife. Both men are brothers, might I add. They both left me to pick up the pieces of what was supposed to be ‘love’.
There was never any love in this. They wanted me for different reasons. So when each of them decided to come back into my life, I had already made my decision. Revenge. I will get it however I want.
Build them up as I did before only to watch them tumble down.
Last time, I was Noah’s Princess and Emmett’s wife. Today I’m Missy’s daughter, Eva Muthafuckin’ Revenge, nice to meet you!
Emmett
Look, I know I fucked up. I was tired of coming home and being upset. She was always dreaming. The jobs she kept to make me happy was quietly draining her. She didn’t even need them to be truthful. I’m a Winters, my son’s children’s children wouldn’t have to worry about working ever in life.
The night I found his ring sitting on her nightstand, I lost it. I walked out. It was a reminder of me still not feeling enough, not being the favorite, not being looked for- I’d had enough. I didn’t come home that night, divorce papers as my answer as to why not.
I was so sure that she’d call, text, beg me to come back home. She didn’t. She signed the papers. I became a weekend dad. The only way I heard about what was going on with her was from afar or context clues from our son.
Now seeing her strength, to overcome without a Winters brother was enough to make me want her back.
Like I said, I fucked up.
Noah
Calling her Eva is so foreign to me. To me, she was, no is my Princess.
I’m usually better with words but when it comes to how I left her, nothing poetic comes out. It’s like ash in my mouth.
Back then, in college I fell in love with her art, the way her mouth worked when she was bent over her art pad. The way she would smirk if something amused her. How she never called my poems: scribbles. She would wait for me to share, to open up.
So for her I sucked up my desire to stay by her side. I knew, even back then, that I wanted to be her husband. That I’d need to have something solid behind us other than my Winters name. I left while she’d finished up her business studies to traveled for internships, work offers and to become the engineer my parents planned me to be. We’d write to each other, I’m talking snail mail. She would rather have it old school than email.
Then came the day I was supposed to come back to her, to stay. I was nervous. Letters were different from setting eyes or touching her in almost two years. So I called my parents to make sure she was at the house and okay. That’s when my father laid it out for me: her or the family.
Then Emmett brought it all home, that Princess left without a backwards look. She’d told him that she couldn’t keep waiting for me. And like the coward I am, I let her go and stayed away.
I knew I didn’t deserve her then. All that time away from her, wasted. I became a homeless nomad.
But I’m back! I’m back to correct what I did wrong and to plead for her to give me another chance.
