Episode 7:The Fear Of Loosing Her
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Mary stood in her living room with the necklace resting in her palm, fingers trembling slightly. She clasped it around her neck, the small “M” pendant sitting against her skin like a soft promise. She touched it gently, smiling despite the exhaustion in her bones.
Her phone buzzed again.
Matthew: “Did it arrive, my love?”
Mary sat on her couch, her heart full.
“Yes, baby… it’s beautiful. You didn’t have to do all this…”
But before she could even finish typing, his video call popped up on her screen.
She answered.
The moment the camera opened, he exhaled softly. “There it is… my necklace on my girl.”
Mary blushed, lifting her hand to touch it. “I love it.”
“And I love you,” he said simply.
Mary’s cheeks warmed. “You’re spoiling me too much.”
“You deserve more than I can even give,” he replied. “But I’ll keep trying anyway.”
She lowered her eyes shyly. “Why do you love me this much, Matthew? We haven’t even met yet.”
Matthew watched her carefully, his expression softening with every blink.
“Because I know your heart,” he said quietly. “And I know who you are. I know how you think, how you care, how you love. A man doesn’t need to touch a woman physically to know she’s meant for him.”
Mary’s eyes watered again. She tried to blink it away, but Matthew saw everything.
“Baby… come here,” he murmured, leaning closer to the camera as if he could wipe her tears through the screen.
“It’s just… nobody ever talked to me like this,” she whispered. “Nobody ever saw me the way you do.”
“That’s because nobody ever deserved you,” he replied.
Her chest tightened.
He added softly, “Mary, I’m not going anywhere. Not today, not tomorrow, not next year. I want the long-term with you.”
She nodded slowly. “I believe you.”
“Good. Now let me take care of you.”
She laughed gently. “You already are.”
He tilted his head. “Not enough.”
They talked for a long moment, neither wanting to end the call. Matthew watched her like she was something rare, something precious he couldn’t risk losing.
Then he asked, “Are you working today?”
Mary hesitated. “Yes… evening shift.”
Matthew’s expression instantly changed — not angry, but protective in a way that made her stomach flutter.
“I don’t like that, Mary.”
“Matthew…”
“I mean it.” His jaw clenched slightly. “Every time you’re there, I’m uneasy. I keep imagining men looking at you, talking to you, trying to get close.”
She hugged a pillow close to her chest. “But it’s my job…”
“I know,” he said gently. “But jobs that drain you and disrespect your peace are not worth keeping.”
Mary looked down, thinking.
“Baby,” he whispered, “you don’t have to decide now. But I want you to seriously consider quitting that place.”
She nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it.”
That seemed to calm him.
Matthew leaned back, exhaled, then suddenly brightened. “Wait, hold on.”
He walked away from the camera. Mary heard him rustling through something. When he returned, he held up a piece of paper — a handwritten note.
“I wrote something for you.”
Mary’s heart melted. “Read it to me.”
He cleared his throat dramatically, teasing her. “Only if you promise you won’t laugh.”
“I won’t,” she giggled.
He read softly:
“To the woman who makes my day start with purpose
And my nights end with peace—
I haven’t held your hand yet.
I haven’t kissed your forehead yet.
But in my heart, you’re already home.
— M”
Mary froze, tears slipping down her cheek before she could stop them.
“Matthew… that’s beautiful.”
“You inspire me,” he said simply.
A small silence filled the call — not empty, but soft and warm, like a blanket around them.
Mary finally whispered, “Baby… I wish you were here.”
“I know,” he replied softly. “But soon.”
“Promise?”
He looked at her with a steady, quiet certainty. “Promise.”
They stayed on the call as she got ready for her shift — makeup light, scarf wrapped around her neck, necklace glinting against her skin. Matthew watched her with a gentle pride that made her stomach flutter.
“Baby,” he said, “send me a picture before you leave.”
“Why?”
“So I can look at you the whole time you’re at work,” he answered with zero shame. “It keeps me sane.”
Mary laughed. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love it.”
She blushed. “I do.”
Before she left, she snapped a quick selfie — soft pink lips, natural face, scarf, necklace.
She sent it.
Matthew stared at it for a long moment.
Too long.
“Mary…” he whispered. “God, you’re stunning.”
She covered her face shyly.
“Go safely,” he said. “Text me when you get there. And if any man looks at you—”
“Matthew,” she cut in, laughing.
“What?” he said defensively. “I’m serious.”
“You’re jealous again.”
“I’m in love,” he corrected. “It comes with side effects.”
She smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. “I’ll be careful.”
“Good girl.”
Her knees nearly buckled.
“Now go,” he said softly. “And remember… I’m right here.”
Mary left the apartment feeling lighter, loved, held in a way she hadn’t felt in years. The necklace rested against her chest, warm from her skin, warm from his meaning.
At the hotel, her coworkers noticed immediately.
“New necklace? Someone special?” one asked.
Mary touched it lightly. “Yes… someone special.”
Throughout her shift, her phone buzzed softly:
“Are you okay?”
“Have you eaten?”
“Don’t let anyone stress you.”
“I’m thinking about you.”
Every message made her smile like a girl in love.
Later that night, after she clocked out, she called him again — exhausted but glowing.
“Baby?” she said softly.
Matthew answered instantly. “I’m here.”
And she believed him.
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