Trapped In His Love

4-The Morning

Colin pulled the lapels of his jacket closer together, looking over his shoulder at the rain that was starting to pick up. He lived next door, and I had the impression that he had run right over after he had gotten the call from his brother—and the thing that bothered me, was the fact that he wasn't even halfway as wet as Simone was. And how had that come to be, when his house was further than her car was parked?

"Laela. I came over to see if Simone was alright."

A personal favor to his brother.

Wasn't that convenient?

I had always found myself wondering whether or not he had ever come to accept me as his brothers' wife. But judging by the fact that he was not condoning his brothers' affair, I guessed that the answer to that question, was no. I was nothing than a good friend with which his brother shared a home and a bed. It was nothing serious.

I managed to pull myself out of my thoughts, telling myself that indulging them too much would only end up depressing me even more. So, I stepped aside, plastering a smile onto my face, even though it felt like the worst thing imaginable.

"Well then, let's not keep them waiting, shall we?"

It was in moments like this that I genuinely found myself feeling envious of Simone. All that she needed to do, was shed a few tears, or walk through the rain, and she was given the love and warmth that I had spent years trying to get from my husband. It was like she managed to get it without even trying.

Colin knew exactly where to go to find Simone and Austin, and for the sake of my sanity, I decided that I wasn't going to follow him in. What good would it do me? After all, he would only check up on her, and that was all that there was to it. There was nothing for me to supervise.

But what I did think of doing, was finding him something else to where. I knew that Austin wouldn't mind, because as I had stated before, the two of them were brothers. He would be able to get the clothes back another day, or he would simply tell him to keep them.

When I opened the doors to Austins' cabinet, and found myself incapable of choosing what to take. The most obvious options, were the things that he didn't wear, which was all hung up in a separate section of his cabinet. But it was difficult for me to make the decision to give those to Colin, as they were all things that I had gotten for him.

It was difficult, but I finally managed to make the decision, and I pulled together a fresh set of clothes—clothes that I had bought Austin. I doubted that he would even realize that his brother was wearing his clothes and if he did notice, I doubted that he would have a problem with it.

By the time that I walked out of our bedroom again, Colin had already completed his check up, and he must have stated that Simone was perfectly fine, because he had been in the process of making his way downstairs when I had caught him.

"Colin."

He stopped walking, turning to look at me in a rather detached manner. It seemed like he didn't really care about what I was going to say to him, but truthfully, I didn't really care. If I gave him these clothes, I would feel better about myself and all of the effort that I had just made.

"Laela. It is getting quite late—I think that you should go to bed."

"I'll go to bed soon—I just came to give you some clean clothes. I don't want you getting sick on top of all of this."

I didn't want him getting sick, because I knew just as much as anyone, that Austin wouldn't dare to give him a break if he got sick. He would need to push his own health aside, and make sure that he was still in good enough shape to ensure that he could take care of Simone.