So this story is set somewhere around that time. I have no idea why I was writing it other than I was pissed off at John! However a recent revisit of all of my fanfic meant I found this, re-read it and found myself inspired to write more.
Marlena was curled up on the couch reading when the doorbell rang. Looking up, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. He had called incessantly for the first few days after she had thrown him out and she had given up answering the phone, letting the machine screen her calls. He had made the mistake of calling at the penthouse in person only twice and both times, he had the door slammed firmly in his face. Dropping her book onto the sofa, she wearily stood up and smoothed her clothes.
When she got to the door, she unconsciously ran her fingers through her hair and then turned the handle. She was surprised to find a distraught Bo standing in her doorway. Marlena sat beside him and watched him as he sank his head into his hands miserably. She had never expected in a million years to hear that. He said it had helped him make a decision. He was going to Europe to search for his past and he wanted to know if Hope wanted to come.
She just laughed and said yes. She packed her bags there and then and barely said goodbye. At least she had been the one to end her relationship. She felt a sudden stab of pain and betrayal and her eyes filled with tears. Marlena had always been able to calm him. Marlena was on her third glass of wine when suddenly a memory hit her.
It was so vivid that she gasped, as though all the breath had been knocked out of her. They had been talking about Aremid when suddenly she remembered waking up after John had saved her from Stefano. He had been there and he had climbed into the bed with her. She had thought she might die of happiness right there and then.
