TOAW : Hillary : How to Decieve a Nightingale

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Marriage is lonely. If two people cannot love the same anymore.

A sound of a shattered glass awakens Nymph's mind as she looked down at the shattered glass plate that she was blankly scrubbing for minutes, She blinked a few times and crouched down to retrieve it with her bare soft hands. A shattered fragment pricks through her fingers making her wince and stood straight whilst clasping her injured finger.

"Focus, Nefe." She closed her eyes as she sighed softly. She wanted to calm herself down even tho her mind was racing. She looked around at the empty house, it felt more lonely. It's been a week since their argument. Nefetari was still upset and it only added more to it when Hillary simply didn't console her.

Is it my fault? Nymph felt contemplated. She put gently turned on the faucet to clean her wound. She looks so dazed and out of the blue. The woman stared blankly at the droplets of water, she glanced at how the water that's running down the sink go red. The cut had a slight sting to it, Nymph felt her fingers swell a little.

Was it my fault? She looked outside the open window of the sink. The green lush grass, their house faced the meadows. A long trail of greenery. The clouds were perfect with the blue morning sky. She remembered how Hillary and her would hold hands and run around the meadows. Their cheerful laughter. Nymph's heart ached as tears slowly dripped out of her eyes, slowly gliding to her cheeks and stopped at her chin.

"No no no." She shook her head. She washed her cuts, the blood stops dripping out and she patted her wet hands on her apron and put a glove on then she got a small brush and dust pan.

"We're okay." She said to herself as she sniffled and wiped her tears. She doesn't want to acknowledge the feeling of loneliness and despair. She won't ever let pain touch her heart ever again. She crouched down trying to sweep the fragments to the pan whilst she hiccuped

Nefetari finds herself to be blamed. She couldn't help but think it was her fault. Hillary was tired that night, sleep was the only thing her wife wanted but she confronted her with suspicion.

"I should just apologize." Nymph sighed as she finished cleaning. Her dishes were washed. The plates were squeaky clean. That's the time she took off her apron and walked towards the living room. Their house is a big one, it was just the two of them. They refused getting maids. Nymph liked the company of herself and her wife only but now that they weren't talking. She never felt so alone before.

Of course she only had herself and Hillary. She had friends and siblings but she's an open book to Hillary. Hillary knew all of her, Hillary is the only woman she talks about with everything. Secrets from friends. Informations. Announcements. They were each other's ears and eyes. Well, for Nymph they were.

They were each other's...

Everything.

For Nefetari.

Uncertainity filled her heart, she felt alone and abandoned. She would herself walking around the house. Each steps were slow, her heart beating softly but it was badly aching.

Til death do us part. Their voices during their marriage echoed in her mind. The sounds of joyous laugh. The sound of the camera. The white floral gowns. The lovely veil. That first kiss as wives.

For richer,for poorer. Nymph found herself sitting down on the couch. She glanced at the big picture frame of them. Their wedding picture in the middle of the room. Their smiles evident, eyes so full of love...Nymph looked into her wife's eyes.

Love was there. It was there when she looked at me. Where has it gone to?

She looked at the picture of them. It was so different from back then and how they were now. Where did it even go wrong? Nymph was left in questions. She knew she did her best as a wife. She was loving, behaved, she's good in bed. Nymph touched her stomach as she felt nauseous the more she overthinks into things.