My breathing came out of my mouth like those creepy bubbles out of a witch's ridiculous boiling potion.
I heaved forward to catch my breath before I start wheezing. I turned back to see him casually jogging towards me. Of course, he can jog easily to match my pace.
"You done exercising?" he asked teasingly from behind me.
His voice trembled as he spoke. He is out of breath, idiot. I just shook my head and walked away from him.
"Stop, Nina. Enough. Let's go back," he urged while his eyes begged me to succumb.
"And stop barking orders as you own me," I sneered in his face and grudgingly walked towards the familiar road.
"I know you don't remember anything about us, but I'll cherish those memories for the both of us. No matter what," his tone softened an octave.
"I promise!" he replied shakily as he jogged towards me.
I tried to ignore his pressurised gaze on me and focused on the cloudy weather. He turned this beautiful breeze to a bone-chilling cringy one. Urgh!
Ignoring the gasps and murmurs of my nosy neighbours down the dirty street, I stormed past our porch into the living room.
I waited for him to close the doors behind him. "Is this how you did it?"
Words rolled out of my tongue without my knowledge. I expected to see his eyes turn red or at least a tinge of sadness coating his cold brown eyes.
"Do what?" he asked dejectedly.
"Made me love you. So, you just lock me inside this house, make me avoid everyone but you stand with all your tender gooey emotions. Obviously, I was naive to fall for your act. Oh god, I can't believe I didn't see through you!" I flailed my arms in the air at this ridiculous situation.
"Are you done?" he asked calmly. "You can blame me, call me names, or whatever, but you don't get to say whatever we had was an act. You just...don't have the right," he replied tightly.
I hate being like this. I hate having no power over him. I hate that he knows some part of me that lays undiscovered in front of me. I hate knowing that we have stripped down each other's layers and yet I am the vulnerable one.
I gulped, "Then why do you keep smothering me with all this affection? Huh? Feeling guilty?"
"Just because you lost your memories, that doesn't mean you are not the person I loved. I see her, she is still in there. In you. Because I did not just love her for the quirks or sexiness or... her rebel acts. I know her. I know you. Deep down, you hate losing control, even against me."
I just stared at the couch which sat at the epicentre of all the mess.
"I know what you are thinking, I always know. I'm not saying this to have power over you or to rub it in your face."
He sighed. "I just... I'm trying to be who you'd want to be, despite knowing what actually has to be done. So, just cut me some slack."
We stared at each other for a moment before he moved away from me.
"I'm trying too, okay?"
I swear, I would've punched his face if he smiled. Ah heck! He knew me better, he just nodded his head at me.
Are you enjoying my ongoing story? Please let me know what you think by leaving a review! Thanks, nswritesWrite a Review