Walls of Fire

10. Sunset and Wine

"Help yourself with a glass of water." The grey - white haired man suggested as he shut the door.

Many threads of musings intertwined with one another were braided into a ball of wool in my peanut sized brain. As time coursed, more new threads flowed into the tangled ball, and precluded the penetration of his words into my ears. My body robotically advanced the steps needed to reach the couch and slumped down automatically.

"Amy!" A shout echoed through the room.

The man bolted to my side and repeated his question. "Amy, are you okay?"

I gaped at him in silence, nictating my eyes non-stop.

It must had freaked him out. He dashed into the kitchen and hurried back with a glass of water. Offering me the glass, he said politely, "Drink it Amy."

I stared down at the glass for a moment and alternated my gaze at him immediately. My brain was severely failing to show any respond. I had zero control on my self. I was astounded by the occurance of recent events.

My loving husband who had collapsed on his one knee on Valentine's Day to propose me, and also promised to never hurt me was lost somewhere amongst the crowd. My mind replayed the scenes. His words weren't that hurtful as his actions were. The video player rewinded to the segment, in particular, where he tugged on my hair and tweaked it until my eyes went all watery. He termed me as a Slut. My eyes began to fill to its brim as the ball of thoughts was untangling itself. As the saying goes 'People never hurt; it's the expectations from them which will let you down."

My expectations did proceed to fade away once I stepped out of his mansion but the fact that he was the love of my life at one point of time would remain unchanged. Obviously, I had no feelings for Adam now but on the other side, I was neither Christian Grey nor the Ice Queen with a heart build of stone and lead. I was a woman constituted of blood and flesh and just like any other woman, irrespective of how strong she is in my shoe would feel, I was undergoing through the similar emotions. Mentally, I was very much perturbed that it showed a deep impact on my body by blocking my movements.

"Amy." The old man called out my name again and extended the glass of water to me with a light smile.

"Don't keep on replaying the scene. The more you will think, the worse it will get."

I blinked away the tears and took the drink from his hand.

The smile on his smile grew wider as I raised the glass to my wanned lips and proceeded to swallow down the water.

The trailing of the cold water down my throat alleviated my pain to some extent; definitely it wasn't a complete cure. I guzzled down the rest of the water which tasted like nectar to me in my dismay.

I handed him back the emptied glass. He placed down the glass on the ground and sunk down on the couch beside me.

"Feeling a little relived?"

I wagged my head and tucked the displaced strand behind my ears. I realised that the hair clip which was clutching my tousled hair was broken due to all the act of pulling. As I discharged the instrument from my messy hair, all the strands fall over my shoulders.

"How long have you two been married for?"

"A year."