"you said forever?!" she said.
"yeah, but I was wrong, it ends now, here." he replied, flinging the gifts at her face.
Maria hasn't had the best luck in her love life and now thinks love is just something stupid and made up.
But what will happen wh...
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"What if she calls the police?" Hamza asked me for the nth time, as I broke into Maria's house.
"I don't care. I just need to talk to her." I said, walking into the house.
After checking to see if anyone was there, we both relaxed, knowing that there was no one else there, expect Maria.
Just as I was about to climb the stairs, I heard a loud bang. I looked to see a tiny shadow of what looked like a cat. Huh? I'm sure Maria didn't have a cat? Or maybe she did?
Ignoring the way my heart was beating against my ribcage, I crept up the stairs, with Hamza behind me, looking like he didn't give a fuck.
"Which one's her room?" Hamza asked me, as we reached the top of the stairs.
"I know. Follow me." I said, quietly, trying not to draw any attention to myself.
Then, I opened the door to her room and stepped inside, telling Hamza to wait outside for me. I scanned around the room, looking for Maria, but she wasn't there.
Just as I was about to check in the closet, my back collided with the wall, and I felt something cold and sharp on my neck. I looked down to see Maria.
She had pinned me against the wall with a knife at my throat.
"What are you doing here?" she asked me, raising her eyebrows.
"I need to talk to you." I said, watching her glare at me.
"You're not invited inside my house." she replied, pushing the knife further against my neck.
"I need to-" I began but she interrupted me.
"You don't need to do anything." she said. "Now get out, before I do something to you with this knife."
"Maria." I said. "Please, I know I was stupid, but I need to talk to you and I'll only be able to do that if you move this away from my neck."
"Hmmm...." Maria said. "No, I don't think so."
"I even said please and I never say please to anyone!" I said, emphasising the word anyone.
"I don't care about what you say or do, okay?" she asked me.
"Maria, please. Just this once." I said.
Then she looked at me, considering her options. Without warning, she grabbed my elbow, then bent it behind my back, causing me to wince. "If you do anything stupid, I won't hesitate to hurt you."
"Okay." I said, then she removed the knife from my neck, then watched me sit on the bed.
"What do you want to say? Make it quick." she said, standing up, eyeing me.
Just as I was about to say something, the little shadow I had seen before, walked into the room. Maria walked over to it, and picked it up, stroking it.
"What were you saying?" she asked me.
"I'm sorry. For the other day in the mall." I said. "Aria and me, we had a past, but that's over now. I understand that and I want to move on. I'm sorry for everything, I hope you understand."
She looked up at me, after stroking her kitten again, then say down beside me on the bed, keeping some distance between us.
"Okay." she said. "But it's not like I would've had a say in anything, because you came and talked to my parents about everything, even though I'm your 'wife'."
"Oh." I said. So, she knew that her parents knew. But did she know that her parents had made a business deal with my parents and me, which lead me to marry her?
"I'm sorry." I said. "They're you're parents. They only want what's best for you."
She laughed. Then hugged her kitten to her chest. "Yeah. I suppose they do want the best for me, but from time to time, I feel like they're trying to remove all my freewill from me, and I don't like it one bit."
"It's because you're their only daughter." I said.
"Sometimes it feels like I'm not their daughter but a annoying child that they're trying to control, someone they don't want." she said, gazing outside the window.
"Maybe you're just over - thinking?" I asked her, as she looked at me, her eyes glassy.
"I might be. Anyways why am I telling you all of this? You don't even care." she said, getting up and wiping her cheeks from any tears, as the words stung my heart. Of course I cared, I would always care, she was my wife.
"Who's the kitten?" I asked her.
She looked at me. "Oh, he's my best friend, Simba. I found him outside. I asked mum and dad if I could keep him but they said no, but I let him in, he sleeps with me."
I was so jealous. This kitten got to see my wife. Got to be around my wife 24/7 - more than me. God damn that stupid kitten.
"Oh." I said. "It's good that they said that."
She looked at me, shooting me the most horrible glance ever. "Mr Kerela! Do you not have any mind of your own that you have to agree with everything my parents say?"
"No. It's just that-" I began but she walked over to me and took my arm and bent it behind my back, causing me to wince in pain, once again.
"It feels like you're on my parents side, even though you married me. You should have married them, not me." she said, letting go of my arm.
She was right. I was her husband. I needed to be in her side, not her parents.
"No." I said. "I love you, not your parents."
She looked at me. Her eyes filled with shock. Then, and opened her mouth to say something. "Don't joke about love. It's a very serious thing."
I laughed at that. She thought I didn't love her. I had tried to stop myself from falling in love with her - but I had failed. I loved her so much and here I was confessing to her, only for her to doubt me.
"Maria. I really do love you." I said, hoping she would believe me.
"I... I don't love you back though." she said, looking at me, but then looking away. "I don't have a place for love in my heart."
"Don't worry. I'll teach you how to." I whispered against her earlobe, coming closer to her.
