puffy and moist and they ached. She looked around her in search for her purse. Her glasses must be somewhere inside it. The pu

d on. It was too much of a chore for her to rid her body of the dress and finally, behind the cover

ith both her hands, afraid of being heard. Her tears poured down, staining her cheeks, and her dr

herself. It was in this ridiculous and pathetic undoing of herself that she heard the reeving of a

aw clearly, the lights in Caleb's car come on and she watched silently, although fearfully, as he made a troubled reverse a

r bemoaning. So she cried until her lacrimal glands refused to bring forth any more tears. She cried until she thought her eyes were going to come

at on had a grey headboard and was large. She had only ever see and sat in a bed this large when she was getting ready to first leave her country. Aunty Margaret had summoned her into the room she shared with her husband and began to talk her ears off with unending words, strung together with what Aanu thought w

owning the room, with all of its emptiness that took a good similitude to the condition of her soul, a

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wobbled. She had lost her composure and felt unsure. At first, she thought it was maybe how all brides feel upon seeing the groom but she was quick to remember that

imposing stature. Aanu wasn't sure she reached up to his rib cage and she was sure that even if she did, it would not hav

emanly, like a true groom. Of course, omitting the offs that Aanu listed and acknowledged, he did everything else well. He even brought her his coat! All the while acting like he didn't just help her with the receptioni

rted to

aret, to listen in on it. She wanted someone to hear her, sit with her and listen to her b

turned around to look at the window. It was still opened and it explained why the room was chilly. Aanu was cold but she did not have the energy to go close it so she just sat and stared at it, looking at the courtyard that was gre

were numerous. The sorts of the actual transition of a finished day into a new one, ushered in by the recounts of the hands of the clo

e rare and though, their rarity was somewhat e

she would marvel about, it was not something she wanted to happen to anyone else. She did not even wish it happened to Elizabeth, her academic

the outside world, it was a small get together of the Bays and Turners to celebrate a deal they had signed or a collaboration of some sort. Some of the peo

he life her, she would not wear anything pink to save herself. And she would n

All of that flamboyance, all of the fine wine and the glitz if the people that gathered hat night

ed to think that she was being business minded and straight, holding him from whatever it was that he wanted to say, she knew deep down that it was because she could not stand in the same room

wolf-cut that bumped into her and apologized go? Where was the man that talked on her behalf to the receptionist and called her choco when she went to thank him? The Caleb she met t

e heights of men and the abyss their eyes led into. She was just concerned about why the sponsor of her educational grant would ask to see so urgently. She did not know he was Cale

d but not so much. It was mostly curiosity. Did he hate her so much he could not stay in the same space as her? Was she so unpleasant? Then she thought of the good side. Somehow, she was thankful he left the house al

Aanu feel a bit better so she

ily. She almost tore it away from her body. She climbed in and relaxed as she turned it on. Even

the word. When she finally found the kitchen, she was amazed at the size. She thought of how lucky Caleb's true wife would be, having this entire space to experiment with dishes and condiments.

watching her silently and so, she let go of her cup and the s