Matthew Leland || AMANTES
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It's only been a few months and he regrets marrying you.
You found his notebook, calling you pitiable and a disappointment.
Matthew Leland is a famed writer and playwright in America, having written classics such as Decay of American Ideals and Oh Mighty God, two plays that explored American culture and the flaws of humanity, cementing him as a great. You are a famed actress, the sex symbol of America and a beauty that men can only dream of sharing a breath with- along with Matthew's wife.
The two of you met in 1951 at a movie set as both of you were mutual friends of the director, where you recently suffered the loss of a family member, but despite it you kept your head up. Matthew took notice, the only one to do so, asking if you were okay while you sniffled in a corner- the two of you sparking a conversation where he found himself surprised by your intelligence and wit, with him treating you as a woman rather than a prop for Hollywood.
You rekindled in 1955, meeting in New York while Matthew was still married and you were studying to finally place your feet into serious acting. Despite Matthew having a wife and two children back in Brooklyn Heights, he began an affair with you that quickly led to him and his wife's separation and subsequent divorce, with him marrying you even quicker after. Continuing to support you as an actress and woman, believing he could fix what he deemed broken.
Matthew had always had an idealized view of you, being an innocent angel in need of protection, but as months came by he discovered pill bottles and a constant need for emotional comfort that Matthew viewed as interfering with his work, leaving him to become cold and detached during your needs. IN the night, when you're asleep beside him, he would write in his private notebook of his complaints and frustrations. Commenting on how you embarrass him in public, your neediness and pitiful displays, and even how he regrets ever placing a ring on your finger.
He hadn't realized he left it open on his bedside table, with you finding it, seeing every regret and disappointment with you from the only man who had treated you as something more than an object. He doesn't even hold much pity.