A marriage is like a rose; a romantic keepsake having the combination of thorns and petals. The red hue of the petals symbolizes love, and passion and is soft to touch. The thorns that lay on the stem, however, represent adversity and sacrifice.
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Fresh out of the bathroom, I changed into a baggy blue top paired with black sweatpants. I stepped into my room, closing the door behind me. It had been a long day and a tiring one too. With my semester finals approaching, all I was worried about was securing a good score, being consistent, and taking a step forward to lead a life I didn't want to regret in the future.
I sighed, placing a hand over my eyes while I lay down on the bed.
The sound of the door opening interrupted my peace and I sat upright, staring at the figure coming in.
"Stephan?"
The wide-eyed man bobbed his head, his curly black hair in a mess as always. He was an attractive man who knew how to utilize his charm in the best way possible. The sleeves of his navy blue shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his lean figure perched against the wall opposite me. He looked just as exhausted as me, but his eyes looked distracted and he seemed to be in deep thought, considering something.
"How was your day?" I asked, breaking the silence.
He snapped out of his thoughts, "Good, yours?"
"It was alright."
He nodded, lowering his gaze to the ground as he curled up his toes time and again. He pushed his tongue into his cheek, absent-mindedly staring at the acoustic drum kit in my room.
I shifted, uncomfortable with the silence.
"Is something wrong?"
"When has anything been right to go wrong?" He retorted.
I suppressed my bewilderment at his words as my lips remained ajar. He was definitely tired, but I sensed a raging typhoon coming my way.
"Melina, I can't believe I'm the last person to know about. Were you and the others planning to hide it from me until the day finally arrived?"
Somewhere, I knew what he was referring to, but refused to voice it out and stayed quiet. His black orbs demanded an answer, but I had none to give.
"Tell me, are you getting married at this age? To a man, you barely know?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"Well...I-It hasn't been decided yet."
"And with me around, it never will be." He shook his head, disappointed at my actions.
Who wouldn't be?
"Stephan, I've met him and-
"And what? I don't give a damn about how or what he is and I'm never for this relationship. You need to focus on studying and building your career instead of getting involved in useless stuff like this. You've lost your mind, haven't you?"
