To The Beyond You

Chapter 10

We never knew what was coming to us. This night could've been better. Except our souls being helpless for the situation. We could've talked a lot about everything on our way. About how Ryan and my wedding impacted everyone positively. I hope it did to everyone. But. Not to me.

We could've talked about how nice it was to see our people after so long. But look at us just wandering round the window like hopeless souls. I'm more worried about mom. I wonder what she thought about us quarreling the first night itself.

Her house comes, lights were on. Dad must've come home.

Before going she says,
"Fights tend to lead to stronger relationships, You'll learn to understand each other. You just need to ensure that you hold on to the understanding rather than giving up."
"Bye guys."

I'm embarrassed. I'm sure it does happen, and to be honest fights should happen for us to understand each other more.
Quarrels are essential if we look for the greater perspective of it. But. I don't know. This doesn't seem really right. Maybe it was his mistake or mine. But him throwing that glass means that he needs to be the one to talk first. No matter if he was right with his words before that. I don't know why but this seems justified for me.
That he did that because he was out of control and not out of respect.
That's where it lies.

He doesn't even ask me to come and sit with him. These minor things matter at the most. At least if he would've asked, I would've assured myself that something was going on with him. Maybe a way for me to not misunderstand things like I did last time. Maybe he had his explanations behind it. Or not.

We head home. Seperately. He parks. I get out of the car before he does. This night could've been the best one of my life. But here I am.
Or maybe am I exaggerating?
What if I go to him and solve things.

I unlocked our main door and head in. This seems so unreal. Part of me wants to behave like I want to. Part of me stands for self-respect.
It's twelve forty already. I head to my bedroom. I forgot my phone on the table so I go back again to the living room.

He examined the fridge. While I release my palm to grab my phone,
He says,
"Do you want to eat these leftover pizzas?"

What? No it's not about pizza. Is that how Normal we would be after an argument?
Am I overthinking about it or Is everything really normal?

I give him a confused expression, As if either of us talking was a crime.

"No". I head to the bedroom.

"Okay fine even I won't have then."

He says it to me but I ignore it.

He comes behind me to the bedroom as I stand in front of the mirror. He is standing by the doorway with that fucking pizza box.

"We ate so long ago don't you wanna eat some?

"Ryan. Just leave me alone." I say.

"You want me to feed you?" He says.

I'm inches away from throwing that pizza box.

"RYAN."
"Please."

I say as I leave passing him. He was so close to the door and the wall that I was stuck between. He wasn't letting me go.

He was confused as he eats the tip of the pizza. His expression was tight. He says,
"Why?

I'm scared of what he might do of anger again.

"Ryan? You are scaring me."

I say letting all my true feelings out.

While I finally get some way out of it and about to walk to the other room,