Our Infinity

It Ain't Me

"Just shut up, Elena!" A roar broke open as Ethan parted his lips.

"Do shut up, Damon!" The world fell deaf at Elena's shrill voice.

"You can't help causing a scene wherever go you, isn't it? You just had to behave this one day yet you chose to mess it up." The veins in his throat popped up.

"Guess, I learned from the best." She huffed feeling her blood boil under her satin skin.

"You, woman have ruined my entire life." He couldn't wait to utter those words which he knew might hurt her yet.

"Seriously?" She sneered feeling her brain bleed because of his words. "And, in that case I am not even sorry a bit, just so you know." She had to put on that smirk to make him realise his words had no effect on her.

"God, I'm so fucking tired of you and you being a bitch. I'm tired of literally everything." He screamed the same words he did thousand times before for her to understand better that she had no place left in his life anymore.

"What the hell are you even shouting for when it is me who has to tolerate an animalistic creature like you?" She knew he hated drama so dramatic was she chose to become.

"How dare you?" If eyes could kill, Elena knew she would be in graveyard by then.

"Can you, I don't know, stop being the worst person on this planet?" Her hands flew in the air. Oh, so extra.

"God, you are such an embarrassment to be with! For the love of God, I'm asking you to shut your mouth for one last time." His clenched fist hit the table before him. Had it been earlier, she would have run to wrap his wounded hand in hers but now, all she could do was stand and stare at the unknown man she once believed to know in and out.

"Why don't you be the first one to shut up for a change, Mr.Damon Salvator?" Her chest rose and fell due to her heavy breathing.

"Shut up. Both of you." Their untamed eyes turned towards the magistrate who have had enough of their melodramas.

"This is no way to act in a Court, you people." He reminded them and the duo had to look around in embarrassment trying to avoid each other's eyes.

"..Sorry." Elena was the only one to apologise to the magistrate while inserting hands in his pockets, Damon stood looking at the wall behind the middle aged man like a mountain which couldn't be shifted.

"Now, please.. respect the decorum of this Court and act matured in the way you both are expected to." The magistrate shook his head.

"Now, would you two tell the Court why both of you want to have this divorce?" She looked away puffing air out of her mouth whilst Damon looked down upon the lace of his shoes.

"Come on? You have to answer the Court without wasting its precious time?" Unease built up in the air as they both fidgeted in their own comfortable ways; away from one another.

"....I don't love him anymore." She took a while to answer.

Damon simply stared at his wife, hurt and betrayed. He had heard this answer a thousand times before but every time it felt like a fresh burn to him.

"And, you Mr.Salvator?" The magistrate had to ask that.

"..I don't love her either." He replied meeting the eyes of the magistrate to make him believe that he told nothing but the truth.