“You shouldn’t have kissed me.”
“I-”
“No, Visha. There is no room for discussion.” He sighs. “You’re too precious for me to have this nonsense ruin our family.”
Yanking my hands out of his, I spin around and as I start walking away, I halt. I don’t want to argue with him. Not now and honestly, not ever again. I hate this. Why can’t he understand me?
I glance back at him. His sapphire jewels flicker with a silent prayer. I get it. I hate that I understand his wish so well. If only he could plunge in the depth of my heart and glimpse at the intensity of my feelings for him.
It’s fine. I can pretend to understand. I can just behave accordingly to his needs. A family is what he wants then that’s what I’ll be.
“You’re right. I’m just confused,” I give in. “I don’t know what’s going on with my head.”
Relief illuminates his fair complexion. “It’s okay. Soon you’ll get over this misunderstanding and we’ll laugh about it.”
No, I won’t. I could never get over him and I’ll make him see it. One day.
40
Aoi
Last night, we went to sleep late after watching Coraline and snacking on popcorn.
We wore our comfiest pajamas and smeared face masks on our faces. Between midnight and one a.m., we spoke about everything and nothing.
It isn’t unusual for us to have these kinds of fun and deep nights where we rediscover happiness and the sense of life.
For me, it’s a gift more than a mere routine.
He has this insane ability to fill my soul with joy and warmth and sometimes I wonder how I ever managed to get through my life without this little Gremlin by my side. Without Visha and his incessant blabbering about why people put pineapple on pizzas and whether yellow and black is a good color combination or if it just makes you look like a bee, I wouldn’t know who to be.
He became an integral part of my life, a fragment of my soul.
I wake up before him this morning and enjoy watching him at peace in our bed. He sleeps soundly, cuddling my torso. He’s more a koala than a human.
“Visha…” I nudge him gently. “Sweetheart, you have to get up now.”
He groans and nuzzles his face deeper into my chest, refusing to let go. I push him off me and head toward the curtains then pull them apart, letting the spring hues of daylight shine in.
“Five more minutes,” he whines, pulling the covers over his head.
I stride around the bed and yank the covers off. “It’s literally noon.”
Like a zombie crawling out of the wet soil, he lifts himself up and glares at me with sleepy eyes. “You’re so mean,” he mutters and spreads his arms. “Hug me.”
Shaking my head I give in. “You’re such a baby.”
I walk up to his side of the bed and embrace him as requested. His eyelashes graze my neck as he breathes in my scent.
“Stop it, it tickles.”
Visha groans and slowly uncurls from my space before getting up to start the day.
“You can shower first. I’ll make breakfast in the meantime.” I grab the mugs we brought into the bedroom the night before when we made hot chocolate.
He wipes his eyes and seizes the mugs from my hands. “As if. You go first.”
Giving me no time to refute, he leaves the room. “Huh? Never mind then.”
