It was around 7:15 by the time Oliver and I arrived at the restaurant. Compared to the places that we normally go to, it was quite expensive. To the grand chandelier, you see when you first enter, to the way the utensils are laid out in front of people. There were way too many knives and forks I was overwhelmed and very rightfully confused. I looked around to see the elegance and power radiating off of people and that made me feel vulnerable. Knowing Oliver, he would never be able to afford this and for that reason, I am suspicious but overall grateful that had gone through all of the trouble to get a reservation for tonight. Once we had reached the table Oliver pulled out my chair for me like a gentleman he never was, it was the first time since our first date that he had done something like this, something is going on.
"There you go beautiful", he said once I had taken my seat
"Is everything okay, Oli?" I had asked softly as he began to sit down
The area that we were sitting at was quite concealed and separated from the rest of the restaurant. It was very private. On top of how expensive the food was and sitting in a conserved place like this, the money keeps piling up.
"Yeah, Yes everything's fine my love", he said while pulling his collar away from his neck, a habit he had showing he was nervous.
"I'm not convinced Oliver, are you sure nothing is bothering you at all?" I put my hand on top of his while giving him a small smile.
"Yeah, I'm sure", I was not convinced one bit I let it slide. I didn't want to fight on this date; it was our anniversary after all.
Sometimes I feel upset that he can't trust me with his sorrows, we can't talk about the things that are stressing him out and I can't help him get rid of his issues. But he is his own person and he's entitled to that.
"What can I get for you, sir and Madame", the waiter spoke.
"We'll have a bottle of Chateau Lafite 1787 with two escargot and spinach carbonara", Oliver spoke as soon as the question was asked. I had always told him that I despised red wine, but gave up after the 12th date. It had always been a habit of his when ordering; he thought it was chivalry when ordering for the other person. Personally, it was alright at first although it started to annoy the hell out of me. Nevertheless, I do what I do best, pretend I don't exist on this date and put up with his shit.
When I had first met Ollie, he was a sweetheart. Surprising I know. However, he was charming and kind and different. It's not unnatural, to say the least when people change; it's normal. But at times a line draws when a guy you've known for three years is someone you don't recognise. Yes, the face is still the same so they haven't switched to a completely new person, but that's not far off. The changes that first occurred happened to be almost imaginary, but slowly throughout the year, the guy I once had fallen in love with was no longer there. He was like a doppelganger playing the role of my love. There have been many times when I have thought about breaking up with him, from our toxic relationship. But from somewhere deep down inside of me I believe that he can change. Stupid and crazy, I know but after being with someone for three years that's what happens; you become a hopeless flipping romantic.
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