moment, how many times did I play i

d the man I love, standing a

taring at me with coldness in his eyes. It made my heart ache and tears welled up

ing back to his house, to be there all alone with him.

as far as he could from me in the backseat

so I kept my mouth shut but I couldn't help but look at him, the side of his f

reep. After all, I was in love with him and he was a

hard as he spoke, just for a split second he glanced a

ptly averted my gaze not wa

ly like those but it didn't matter to me as it was just another house to me, not a

out next and I followed him silently as he walked to the

I was surprised by that and seeing that ex

t we both sleep in the same room." He looked exasperated by tha

ay my makeup and changing my dress into a

in the middle of the room. Even though I have seen his shirtless pictures once or twice but looking at him, in reality, was completely

ised that he was even saying something to me but that surprise was soon replaced wi

time his eyes narrowed down at me realizing I was

hushed words over the

nded authoritative and kinda scary as he po

e him angry. I noticed that there was already a pillow

udly when I turned to face him. He seemed to be ruminating, h

sighed and turn

.oka

and sat down on it gently, le

him, he looked baffled as if not able to decide what t

es

was gradually replaced by his cold features. "

or us both but sharing a bed with him sounded scar

t look comfortable

ntact with him so I lowered my eyes o

nswer was sh

y and nervously, I laid down on my side, making I was as far from him as pos

end up kicking

dentally shove him off the

over my shoulder and saw him placing some ex

d, "I hope you don't move

ment. I don't even know that myself. But

save

or the source of the groan. My eyes roamed the room before lan

he pillow wall and kicked him in the side of his ch

ould register what had happened and my hand

ked against my palm, my

et to remove my leg, so he gripped my leg f

didn't mean it."

k to the bathroom and I realiz

zed once again. "Please

to push my luck. "Sorin?" I

oser to me. "Stop acting like a caring wife! And y

t I had to ask, "Then...w

ing to have a lot of conversations." And with that h

lled down

, I decided to make us some bre

door open upstairs and a moment later, he walked downstairs

ed past the kitchen, strapping

ds the kitchen, I gathered some courage an

ed down, and just like that he walked to the front door

ver to the breakfast I m

down at the table and started t

of hatred swirling in his eyes for me this morning. I wonder

ooked at me like

ne would come and ease me off it. Someone who would wrap their arms around me and stroke my hair gently. Someone who

it starts to wither away till the point you are left with nothin

h would be less pai