After discovering the truth behind her part in Richard's life Juliette returns home. They say time heals everything, but as time goes on both break more and more inside with each passing day. Everyday life without each other isn't the same, and it i...
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J U L I E T T E
The ride home was silent.
I sat by a window, watching the rain stick to the glass as the boys slept. Chris has thrown himself across Zabdi's lap, and Joel had his head on his shoulder. Erick was small enough to occupy the rest of the seat. Richard was next to me. I did not want to look at him, but when I did he was asleep. His head was just above my shoulder, and I sat up a bit so his head could rest comfortably. Later on, when a small frown formed on his face, I found myself reaching out to stroke the sides of it. My hand dropped though, deciding against it because of my emotions.
I felt embarrassed by my actions. I had acted out of character, ultimately giving Luanna the reaction she had wished from me. Part of me also felt angry. I hated that there was some girl from his past creeping back in. It made me feel powerless sometimes, and very temporary. Like one day this would all be over and I would be the girl on the other side.
I hated that thought. It hurt to think about it.
These thoughts halted to a stop when we reached the hotel. We all bid our good nights in the lobby, with Chris hugging me a little harder than usual. Once we got back to the hotel room, I grabbed my pijamas and essentials before walking to the bathroom. Richard remained in the room for some time, undressing and setting his jewelry aside. I shut the door after myself, something I wasn't used to doing, but a little distance was still necessary. However, Richard ignores this, and steps into the bathroom as well. I keep my gaze in the mirror, and brush my teeth as fast as I can.
"So you're really not going to tell me why you are acting like this?" My hand froze, and my eyes follow his voice. I look at him through the mirror, his hair was messy, like he had ran his hand into it way more than usual.
"I don't want to talk." I mumble, averting my gaze back to my reflection and wrapping up the brushing. I could feel his stare on me for the next few seconds before he spoke again.
"Fine then," I hear his footsteps as he backs away from the sink. "Let's not talk." And I didn't say anything again, and eventually he slipped out of the bathroom. This time, I locked the door and then stepped into the shower. The hot water hit my body, instantly covering it in warmth and I let myself relax into it. I feel the day rinse away from me, down my body and into the silver drain. Enjoying the sensation so much, I decide to keep the water on for the entire twenty minutes I was in there, which didn't seem that long even if I washed my hair in the process. I had shaved the other day when I avoided Richard after learning about Paloma, so there wasn't anything else to do in here. My face would probably fall off if I stood there and placed layers and layers of masks, so I skipped out on that.
The time had come to wrap my body around the white towel, and step out. My brain kept telling me maybe he was still awake, and that in a few minutes he would probably be down for good. And me listening to it, I figured out how to keep myself busy for at least five more minutes in there. I started off with rearranging my already neat skin care pouch, then doing the same for my makeup one. Afterwards, I tackled the shelf behind the mirror Richard was using here, remembering the mess he makes in there when he has to get ready in the morning. As guessed, the bottles were either laying flat, or mounted on top of each other and mixed all together. Another three minutes passed by as I strategically placed them back into organized sections, by the order in which I knew he used them. Even then, he always found some way to do things differently.
