An Inconvenient Flame

Chapter 11

Overthinking and a lot of fear,

That's how my night passed, or perhaps this is how I have survived my whole life.

It's not like I cried the whole time cursing my fate, but the anxiety of how I am going handle things is taking a toll on me.

You can handle only a little.

Scars of the past were forgettable, in a hope of a better future. But this time my senses are compelling me to protect myself, from this circumstance.

It never happened.

I did have my part of the happiness in the past, but at the end of the day, I was always left with incompleteness.

And the piece of my life which could have been completed does not seem promising anymore.

I know it's too early to judge situations, but past happenings do leave a blow.

Lying alone on the cold bed, Unknown surroundings, and familiar thoughts.

My very first morning after my wedding.

Congratulations girl.

I laugh on my situation. Got married yesterday, to a man who didn't know who he was marrying. No match between us. And he left me alone in the room on our very first night.

His congratulations was like a venom to my ears.

I sigh.

Mr. Husband. It feels like he is just an imaginary element in this whole thing.

Nowhere to be seen.

I thought I'll clear out the whole situation and about Ivaan, but he just vanished in the air.

You were forced to marry me, I understand, but I can expect you to be a little considerate.

Still, has Someone ever been?

I close my eyes, engulfing myself in the burrito I made last night.

There were too many blankets on the bed, not my fault.

At least they tried to provide me the warmth the room was lacking.

I have been awake since 7:30.

I did not know what to do in the morning. So here I am lying on the bed, and it smells too good for me to leave it.

I take a deep breath, his scent hit me, bergamont and blue Cypress. It is trapped in the blankets like a second skin.

An unknown stillness engulfs me, making my mind hazy.

Sleep hitting me like never did.

The creaking of the door caught my attention.

Opening my eyes, I peek at the door. 

He is directly looking at me.

My heart skipped a beat. A nervous tremor passing my spine.

There he is. My husband. My eyes lock with his, he is staring at me, his eyes dark, Blank. I quickly break the contact, they are scary to be looked at.

I push myself up from the bed, trying to get out of the burrito.

It's difficult. Ignoring someone's stare, you know.

Breathe

Breathe

Breathe

I tell myself.

He walks into the room, completely ignoring my existence.

"Good morning." I say, not able to handle the ignorance.