We reach my father's clinic after almost 15 minutes of driving from home.
We went home first, Robert asked me to change, I quickly threw on my faded blue jeans and a dark blue top. I put my hair in a bun and pinned it with too many pins.
I'm definitely going to get a pin headache soon.
I kept on breathing heavily while doing my hair, it was looking so strange. I wore my blue strip sandals. I wore a hoodie on my top.
It wasn't like I was cold or something, I wanted to hide from the public eye. I didn't want people to see my strange hair. I put on my shades again.
Robert had definitely thought well in advance, he'd brought me home so that I could cover up my hair.
Everything is blue... my clothes my footwear but not my eyes. I'm missing my original eye colour.
I mostly stayed quite during our journey. I couldn't decide what to say, I thought it was better to stay quite. I was having a conversation with myself the whole time.
I'm not a verbose person, I don't think there's any need to fill the silence with words. I don't think it was awkward for us to drive in silence, both of us know that things aren't running smoothly and we are trying to give each other the necessary space to think and accept what's happening.
Well, we weren't completely silent though, we kept on speaking a line or two, but we weren't keeping the conversation going.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask Robert as we enter the hospital.
"Sure, shoot" Robert says.
I laugh at his tone, I think he doesn't like me questioning too much.
"Why were you reading Romeo and Juliet?"
My question takes him by surprise he looks at me for a moment before answering.
"Umm, coz I like the story and right then I wanted some break so I started reading it again" Robert says.
"Eww, You like Romeo and Juliet?!? Geez, what did you say 'again'? How many times have you read it?"
"Lost count actually " he says grinning.
"Somebody please just take him to a hospital, he's sick"
"We are in a hospital" he adds as-a- matter- of- factly.
"Duh, I meant a mental hospital, asylum, you are mentally sick"
"Why? I'm perfectly fine" he says motioning towards his head.
"Please, somebody who reads Romeo and Juliet over and over again is definitely mentally ill"
"Geez, it's a classic, Shakespeare's play, don't you like classics?" Robert asks.
"I love classics, each and every work of Shakespeare except for Romeo and Juliet. He's my favourite after Jane Eyre and Charolette Bronte, all of them were equal until I read Romeo and Juliet"
"You're crazy you know that " Robert says.
"I was born weird and crazy, but I mean it, Romeo and Juliet's just a glorification of miseries in love life, they fucking died so early, Juliet was only 13! I'd prefer reading Lord of rings or Harry Potter anytime but not Romeo and Juliet. I hate tragic endings in love stories, scratch that, I hate love stories! "
"Hey, not everyone has a tragic love story" Robert says.
"Yeah, not everyone but someone unlucky ones like me do"
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