Started- September 2019
Competed - October 2022
Oh I didn't know it would be this big. Looking out the window from the uber I that stop at the gate with a few guards standing in front of it. I got out the car thanking the driver and getting on my ph...
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A knock came from the front door pulling my attention away from the tv. I slowly took my legs off the sofa, slowly moving Makar's head off my lap, setting it gently on the sofa. I get up walking out the living room going into the foyer. I heard the thunder from the rain outside along with another knock followed. I looked through the peephole seeing it was Ruslan, I unlocked the door opening it to be greeted with a soaked Ruslan who looked tired.
"Where's your umbrella?" I asked.
"Didn't have one." He answered.
"You know it's 11:00 right?" I question and he blink boredly.
"I know . . . you going to let me in or keep getting rain on?" He asked and I stepped aside allowing him to come inside. He walked in, taking his jacket off and kicking his shoes off as well.
"You were outside for your appointment?" I ask, folding my arms leaning against the wall. I watched him dig in his pockets looking for something. Once he found it he pulled out a hair tie putting his hair in a messy ponytail before looking over.
"Huh?"
"Your appointment, you had it outside? You're wet." I pointed it out.
"Funeral." He answered walking pass me heading straight for the kitchen. "Where's the rest of the kids?" He asked.
"Nadia took her girls to a sleepover and his god brothers are upstairs knocked out. I was trying to get Makar to go to bed but he wanted to stay down here so he ended up sleeping on the couch." I said watching him look through the cabinets.
"Anything to eat?" He asked, taking a plate from the cabinet and placing it on the counter. I pulled the stool sitting down watching him.
"I made cabbage, shrimp and yellow rice." I said and he hummed picking up the top that covered the pot Ruslan picked up his plate and began to fill it.
"Do you know what you're making for the book fair?" he asked and I shrugged.
"Probably cookies just different flavors." I said and he hummed.
"You should make apple pie." he suggested
Fat ass.
"Makar told me that too." I said and he looked back at me.
"He likes pie." he stated going back to fill his plate before taking a seat on the stool leaving an empty one between us.
"I know he even told me I can just make one for him." I laugh a little.
"Fat ass." He comments as he starts eating.
"You didn't heat tha-
"I'm hungry." He cut me off looking at me then shifted his attention back to the plate taking a bite of the shrimp. I got up from the stool and walked around the counter to the fridge, opening it grabbing the little bottle of yogurt. I closed the fridge, turning back leaning against it a little, seeing how he's focused on eating.
"If you don't mind me asking . . . what kind of appointment is it?" I said and he put his fork down staring at the plate. It was quiet, really quiet the only sound that was around was the faded noise from the tv and the rain that's pouring outside. I felt a wave of anxiety creap, I watched Ruslan deep in thought before lifting his head up making eye contact with me with a blank expression.
"Therapy." He answered as I was drinking the yogurt I stopped just staring at him.
"Therapy?" I question slowly moving the bottle of yogurt, setting it on the counter. My heart dropped when I heard that, I clench my jaw swallowing nothing as none of us broke eye contact.
"You consider Therapy after we broke up?" I asked and he pushed his plate forward. Ruslan broke eye contact looking at the wall in thought. I picked the bottle of yogurt backup finishing it before tossing it in the trash. Ruslan took in a deep breath before letting it out, my eyes went back to him as his dart back to me.
"Yeah." He said calmly, I felt my heart squeezed and I blinked a couple of times taking in a deep breath.
". . . D- . . did I do ..something?" I struggle with my words trying to fix my tone to sound regular and speak up. Lighting was going on outside as thunder followed behind it, the grew louder and louder hitting against the window.
"I don't have an answer." He said and I blink breaking eye contact looking at the counter then the window watching the rain fall.
"I'm not asking you to change." I mutter as silence lingers around the room creeping, starting to feel my heart beat out my chest. "I know." He said getting up and pushing the stool back.
"W- why?" I felt my voice crack.
"Why what?" He put his hands in his pockets.
"Why Therapy." I hold back my tears feeling my eyes getting glossy. Ruslan stared at me his bored expression grew soft as his eyebrows furrowed a little.
"I'm not healthy for you." He spoke, turning around leaving the kitchen. I followed but kept my distance as he made his way to the living room. I lean against the entrance watching him squat down to a sleeping Makar pushing his hair out his face. Ruslan looked over at me, I nod my head as he put his attention back on Makar. Picking Makar up, letting the boy rest his head on his shoulders still knockout. He slung Makar book bag over his other shoulder before walking out the living room and I step aside following them to the foyer going to the front door.
"Ruslan." I called his name seeing his hand on the doorknob, I felt one tear escape my grasp followed by another one then another. I sniff wiping my face but the more I wipe my face the more tears continue to fall.
"I'm sorry." I said hearing my voice break, I tried to control my breathing knowing I can't control my tears anymore. Lighting greeted us as I see Ruslan stare at me emotionless, only a slight glimmer glazed his eyes.
"Me too." He said taking a step forward and giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Goodnight Marya." He told me and turned back around, walking out the front door, closing it behind him.
