the script- if you ever come back
 
[ this set and story fucking sucks because maya was tooo tired to keep it going -.- but i still love you :P collab with maya obviously!!!!!]
 
Marc;
 
I wrapped my arms around Clara's waist from behind. She looked up and saw me. She looked annoyed.
 
She sighed. "What do you want Marc?"
 
"I wanted to talk to you." I said softly. And that was actually the truth.
 
"What do you want to talk about?" She asked me. I pulled her into me by her waist. She looked beautiful.
 
"I really miss you Clara." I told her honestly.
 
"I used to miss you." She said.
 
I shook my head exasperated. She always was stubborn. I tiled her head up, so she was looking me in the eyes.
 
"You know that's not true. You still do miss me." I told her. She shook her head, although she knew it was true.
 
She turned around and pushed my arms away. "Leave me alone Marc." She said as she continued looking at the Tiffany necklaces that were on display.
 
"You would look beautiful in that." I told her honestly. I heard her take a deep breath.
 
"Thank you." She said before walking away from the display and towards another.
 
"You aren't going to buy a necklace?" I asked my brow furrowed as I followed her. I really hoped she fucking didn't because I already got one for her and it would be a waste of my fucking money.
 
"Can't really afford it right now." She said simply. I nodded my head and glanced at the display. She was just about to turn away when I grabbed her hand. She turned to look back at me.
 
"Can we talk?" I asked again. I wanted to tell her the real reason I left her. I wanted her to trust me again. She took her hand away.
 
"We are talking." Fucking stubborn. She grabbed a glass of champagne from a nearby tray and took a small sip.I grabbed the champagne out of her hand and placed it down on one of the tables.
 
"I was drinking that." She said pointedly. I rolled my eyes and took her hands in mine.
 
"Clara, can we just make up please?" I asked her. She wouldn't even give me a fucking straight answer and it was starting to piss me off.
 
She raised an eyebrow. "What's your idea of 'making up'? Having makeup sex?" She asked me, her mouth in a straight line.

I grinned. "If you insist belle." She glared at me and I held up my hands in surrender.

"Just kidding Clara." I said. She was taking this way to seriously. She shook her head and scoffed.

"You haven't changed at all Marc." She replied dryly. She turned to leave, but I grabbed her again.

"Marc--" She stopped when I pulled out the necklace from my suit pocket. It was a long thin box that had Tiffany's Jewelers on it. I opened it and pulled out one of the necklaces she had her eye on. She looked stunned. I moved behind her sill figure and brushed her hair to the side. I slid it on my neck and clasped it on.

"I still know you Clara." I whispered in her ear before walking away.