I Wani Spend My Life With That Gator.

Chapter 46- I Wani Hug That Human

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???????? 201M B.C ????

"I hate you."

Confusion.

Confusion and silence overtook the heated, tensed air as the words slipped from the baryonyx's maw. Her eyes bloodshot and narrowed into slits; she couldn't actually believe that she had said it, but it was in the air now. It was what she had been wanting to say for weeks, months, and now it had finally erupted after what had happened tonight. She felt so betrayed; she thought he loved her and actually cared for her. She can finally see clearly now after being in a love-sick haze for the entirety of their newly formed relationship. He was getting more and more infuriating to be around; the more she was around him, the more he showed his true colors to her. She didn't want to believe it; she didn't want to actually come to terms with the fact that Inco, the man she had fallen in love with, was slowly showing his true, deep-seated thoughts and real personality about who he was as a person.

The realization struck the gator to her core. They stared at each other in silence, both of them not knowing what to do or say or even how to come up with anything right now.

However, something was off about this moment that was transpiring between the two fallen lovers. Inco's eyes were wide and shattered, his eyes watery, and his heart broken into millions of small, itty-bitty, black-cored pieces. This all took place behind his shades, which she couldn't see. Now replaced with an actual heart-a heart that was beating and aching. A dark, shapeless shadow began to manifest in a dark, empty room. The shadow began to take form and was now kneeling on the hard ground. Body parts began to form: hands, legs, feet, arms, a torso, and finally a head. The shadowy figure was misty and almost had a flaming appearance, only that the flames were black, lifeless, and shadowy, sitting on his shoulders and occupying the rest of his body.

"What? What the hell is happening? Where am I?"

He looked at the gator and saw her in a red dress-a very revealing red dress that weirded and shook him to his very core. Why was Olivia wearing something like this? She would NEVER agree to wearing something this flashy or as revealing as this dress. He looked further into the burning pools of his wife's eyes, and-wait, why did she look so young now?

The man looked around; the man's shadowy body was now moving around and not confined to one area. He began to move his legs forward, tripping and then falling to the ground. He groaned as the front of his body slammed to the ground and hit his nose and face. He was thankful that his nose wasn't bleeding and that being thankful was short-lived when he saw his hand; dark, misty, and shadowy like hands and fingers, were all he saw. He turned his hand from front to back and saw the same results over and over again. Looking at his other and then at his long, patting his stomach down and then looking at his feet, the man was so confused as to what in the hell was happening.

He turned his attention back to Olivia, only to see through what appeared to be a large, colossal crack going top to bottom in front of him that was within the darkness of whatever room or empty space he was in. The jagged, sharp cutting edges paranoid him, looking around and up as he saw the literal movie events that were happening in front of him. He tried to reach out, trying to grasp at it and eventually running towards it. The more he ran, the farther it would move away. He ran faster and faster, reaching out for the gator that was almost projected like a huge movie screen. The woman stared daggers right at him, betrayal and hate burning within her.

"Olivia!"

He kept running for a bit longer until he tripped on himself and fell back to the ground. He groaned and clutched his elbow, sighed, and picked himself up as he turned to the bright image that was projected in front of him. He brought his hands to his face and felt that his usual glasses weren't in place. It felt almost alien to him to not have those sunglasses that kept his retinas from being burned out from the sockets. He looked back up, confused and in wonder as to how he was actually looking at the bright light source that was the only thing illuminating the spacious, pitch-black flat landscape he was on.