James March x y/n

Boring marriage

"Iris?"
You called for the lady at the counter
"Iris?"

"Yes.. ma'am"
She said from behind you

You picked the skin off of your finger

"Do you know where James is?"
You asked

"James...? Am j supposed to know a James?"
She asked

"James March?"
You asked

"Oh, Mr. March, no. No one sees him anymore. It's just usually him and his wife. No one really sees her"
Iris answered
"I heard she's French"

"I think she is"
You sighed, she wasn't taking the hint
"Have you seen James? I haven't seen or heard of him since two days ago"

"Oh... well his ex wife recently announced how she was going to marry another"
Iris told you

"So he's still hooked on his ex wife, huh"
You rolled your eyes

"No, ma'am. From what ive heard he's truly in love with his new wife. He's just planning to do something to his old one... or the man who is to wed her"
She said

"Hold on, whens the wedding?"
You asked

"Wednesday"
Iris walked off

"Thank you!"
You called

You walked around the ground floor for James

He was nowhere to be seen

You span around and walked towards the hotels front door

You opened the door, sally stood in front of it

"No, no no no! You can't leave!"
She said, pushing you back in
"James would go ballistic"

"I want to leave!"
You ordered
"Please!"

"No way"
She said, pushing you so hard you fell over

You landed on your back, you picked yourself up

"Sally!"
You hissed
"Why'd you do that?"

"You can't leave!"
She screeched
"James- he... he- he'll let me die again"

She chewed on her nails

You stood up and pushed past her, you walked beyond the gate and down the street

"No! Come back!"
She yelled, you ignored her

You marched down the street and into the nearest convenience store

The shop owner looked at you

"Your dressed too well to be here"
He said
"So, why are you here?"

"Eh, fresh air"
You said, putting on your moms thick accent

"Your French?"
He asked

"Mmhm"
You nodded

"So what does the lady want? Hm? Cigarettes?"
He asked

"No, I'm just having a look"
You said, your eyes settling on a box of candy sticks

You picked them up and paid, You then left

You ran down the street back to the hotel, you walked through the doors

Screaming could be heard

"HOW COULD YOU?!"

"IT WASNT MY FAULT!"

"IT WAS? CANT YOU FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS??"

"SHE LEFT! SHE PUSHED PAST ME! HOW COULD I FOLLOW HER IF IM STUCK IN THIS SHIT HOLE?!"