Our Beautiful Constellation

9 - The stars have race

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9 - The stars have race

Hyacinth's POV

"Then she kept on ranting like this and that" I sighed in relief as Mr. Salvatore's voice echoed in my ear. Outwardly, my face remained blank and emotionless, but inside, my heart was bursting with joy.

I was in the middle of tryouts for the upcoming horse racing competition when he called and asked to meet. He recounted everything my wife had said to him, and rather than getting annoyed, I found it endearing.

The thought of her reverting to her old spoiled brat ways brought me comfort, making my soul feel alive after being dead for so long.

I liked it. I liked that she was acting like a brat, hating me, probably imagining something even worse. It reminded me of the first time I met her.

My wife, my home, my world, Cephues Anastasia Salvatore-she had lost her way with me, and now I was trying to bring her back.

"I just wanted to say thank you. I probably wouldn't have seen her acting like that again if we hadn't kept our promise," Mr. Salvatore continued thanking me. We talked for a while about his plans for his daughter, which I supported.

Our practice and meeting drained me, exhausting my social battery until I finally went home. The sight of my wife waiting for me at the entrance made my heart skip a beat.

Her presence alone soothed the pain that throbbed in my body and heart.

It was as if all the ache and tension that had accumulated over the years melted away the moment she walked into the room.

I was very deprived, starved of the simple, reassuring touch that only she could provide.

I restrained myself from embracing her, even though she used to do that so effortlessly before everything changed.

The tables have turned. Many things happened, and going with the flow gives me difficulty.

That's why I'm walking backward, going in the opposite direction only to get a different outcome.

It's like I'm swimming against the current, fighting to reclaim something that was lost amidst the chaos of our past.

My heart clings to the hope that by defying the natural order, I can somehow mend what was broken.

The aftermath of my teasing, flirting, and annoying paid off as I saw her becoming what she was before.

The familiar glint in her eye, the way her lips curved into that nagging brat with the high ego and the fucking adorable smile.

She was becoming herself again, and it gave me a glimmer of hope. Hugging her again after years of longing, I breathed in her scent, the one that had haunted my dreams.