My Soulmate

Chapter 20 - To Fix a Broken Plate

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Mom had a life lesson for me to live by, or try to live by, when I was younger. It sounds silly, but it kept structure in the house after 'he' left for good. Whenever I began to act out, or be dishonest, she would say to me, "No broken plates."

And here's why.

Every plate has a purpose. Whether it's for food, keys, or decoration. They're meant for something. You can't let them fall, because they will shatter...

Now, broken glass everywhere isn't the only dreadful thing out of it all. But the items that fall with the plate.

It will be difficult, as well as unsafe, to retrieve the items among the broken matter.

In terms of food, you can longer eat it. It's gone.

In terms of items, you'd no longer have a safe place for your things.

In terms of decoration, the beauty and rarity of the plate itself...is gone.

Now, where does behavior come in above it all?

Well, is it not obvious?

It's almost too easy, to shatter someone's heart.

Choose your words wisely. Be gentle. Be respectful.

That is the only way to keep yourself from walking on broken glass.

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3rd POV

Wednesday, April 23rd, XXXX - 1:04am

BLEUURG! AACK!

Levi sat upright immediately, alert to the sound of his wife getting sick in their master bathroom toilet. He got out of bed to check on her, rubbing the sleep from his eyes the best he could before entering the flash grenade of the bathroom light.

Squinting, he could see his wife over the toilet, suffering as she tried to take deep breaths. He rubbed his eyes a few more times, adjusting to the light. "Oi...Are you okay?"

She began to dry heave, gag, and began puking once again into the toilet.

"Bad question. Sorry." He squatted beside her and patted her back for support.

After a few minutes, she was finished.

"I'm so sorry..." She apologized.

"Huh? Why?"

"I woke you up..."

"And? I care more about your well-being than getting a full 8-hour rest, (Y/n)." Levi stood up and washed his hands, as simply smelling the puke from the toilet made him feel gross. "I'll be right back; I'm going to the kitchen for that stomach relief stuff. Flush the toilet and brush your teeth. I'll bring you some ice water."

Still facing the toilet with closed eyes, she gave him a thumbs up.

The sound of the toilet flushed as he was passing through the living room. Feeling so exhausted was something he was used to before in the past. Hell, he was still able to push through the day from those sleepless nights. But now that he's been resting at night better than he ever had before since being married to (Y/n), he wanted nothing but to punch himself to rid the irritating feeling of fighting off sleep.

He prepared ice water, and a TumTum tablet with one Ibuprofen pill. He made his way back to their bedroom and saw his wife sitting on the edge of the bed on her side. The lamp on her nightstand was illuminating the room with a soft golden hue.