Tak'n Awey

▽. 20

We remain quiet for merely twenty minutes, that is, until the servants bring our meals to the table. I don't stare at Justin one bit, because I'm aware that if I do, all of my anger will melt into laborious sorrow. I need to hold onto the little bit of emotion I have left, just to get through the night.

Two schools of fish swiftly travel to the left of us, then to the right, and then quickly back to the left. The pothole beside us is like a television show--a documentary of fish. They are truly magnificent. And to make the scenery twice as superb, there are tons of fish floating above us and the water is reflecting vertical beams of translucent blues.

Now I regret the stay-at-home-adventure thing I said earlier. I mean, I still would enjoy lounging at home, in cute PJ's eating loads of junk food and watching cliched TV shows, but this is something I've never experienced and it feels phenomenal to be here. I simper widely, because I can't be angry with the person that did this for me. That's called faultfinding.

"Justin," I commence speaking as clear as a bell, with such a lively smirk on my face, "This is so beautiful. I can't even--"

"Tell me something..." He responds chopping my sentence into hundreds of bits and throwing them away. I'm caught by surprise. Now, he has my full attention and my glee has perished. This doesn't appear to be good news. Here comes another round of the endless bickering. I can feel it. 

"Yeah?" I answer with a tone of indolence, because if I just so happen to unveil my real emotion, he'll probably want me dead.

"Let me get this straight," he does multiple hand gestures to prove the severity of this conversation, "I have to tell you everything that goes wrong with me, personally?"

My eyes roll unintentionally and I begin to pick with my food, which is never.

"Well clearly you haven't told me the issues bothering you now, so no, that's no longer a rule."

"When did that become a rule? When did we even have rules?"

My eyebrows get far beyond where they should be in the act of his words offending me. I try not to convey a facial expression of hurt, but indeed my feelings are hurt, because I'm witnessing one of Justin's traits. He's a Forgetter: A guy that promises things, but in the end, never remembers them. Somehow he just... forgets. 

"It's what you promised, Justin, and I take my promises seriously."

Justin sighs and wipes his face like always, "Damn... I didn't know that you were actually being serious about that."

"Then don't promise something you know you're not gonna live up to. They're not quick words that you can just throw away afterwards."

"Mahrieeeee," he whines while stretching my name as far as it can go, "That can't work for everything. It's difficult to explain this without causing a problem."

I shrug my shoulders and eyeball him with sass. I may not be a diva, but I'm great with sass.

"I've caused enough problems; what difference would it make now?"

Justin throws his hands into the air, closing his eyes and taking in the air through his nostrils, "Okay, why don't we let this go and eat our dinner peacefully, okay?"

I get pissed, because I was already pass this. I was trying to compliment him on this lovely setup, but his stress orbs must've exploded and now here we are. "Why'd you even bring it up then?"

"Mahrie, no more. I don't have anything else to say."

"That... is..." I attempt searching for words to convince him to splurge, but instead I'm defied with sarcasm, "so fucking FAIR. I don't understand why you won't just tell me. It's gonna be stuck on my mind now that we've discussed it so much, I'm dying to know. So just spit it out!!"