A/N: Apologies for strange formatting...it's not my fault I swear!!

The door slams, and the bang echoes

through Reagan’s mind. She stands in the middle of the room, fuming silently,

still glaring at the door with angry intent.

She wants to go after him. Grab him and

shake him and force him to remember how much he loves her. She almost misses

those days, when heated arguments led to heated making-up.

But she doesn’t. Because they’re not

young anymore. Life has doused the fire. Now she’s nothing to him but a wife and

a mother.

She closes her eyes and swallows the

memories. She was dazzling and charming. He was strong and passionate. How

wonderful it had been to be in love. Not just to love. Reagan remembers him

chasing her, and how it felt to have such a power over him. Now her voice is

pale and gone is the time when she was the only one in his world.

She lets out a breath, deep and tired

and returns to her seat. She can’t even remember standing up. She hadn’t

realised. All she could remember was the words.