a little riddle

24

"I don't want know to find this place Olivia" yet again I feel impatience and anger build up more

"I said don't raise your voice on me" I hiss back at him, he ruined the whole mood now, don't even feel like cooking now

"don't tell me what to do"

"you don't miss your brother?" I say calmly this time, not trying to get him mad

"I do but" and I cut him off again

"no Mattheo, you don't even know if we are going to get out of the war alive, so enjoy every moment you have with your loved ones" I look back at him, seeing fire build up through his eyes

"watch who are you talking to" he grows back, as I took a step back from him, not knowing what is going to happen next

"it's already the second day we are married, and we are already arguing because of your immaturity" I take a step out of the kitchen, finding a comfy place on the couch

"maybe the first night I fucked you I should've left you all alone in the library and humiliated you the next day" he scoffs

That was not Mattheo, last time he stepped out of the line was about me dying instead of Bella, but this time I didn't feel anything. I just felt my eyes watering, and no emotions

"maybe you should go back to your dead girlfriend, couldn't get enough of you, seemed like she was in love with you" I scoff in dissatisfaction

"maybe I will or maybe I'll just find a new whore to fuck" he tells me

It went silent, no sound from the kitchen and no movements. Just us staring at each other

"go to hell Mattheo" I flip him off, leaving the room

"are you going to join me" he yells, and I hear him front the stairs

"fuck you" I yell back shutting the bedroom door and laying down on my bed, burying my head under pillows and covering myself with big covers

I don't remember how much time passed, but it was already late, the bedroom window clearly showed the moon and the sky in stars

I turned around a bit to notice him sitting on a chair, on the other side of the room, reading a book patiently, I move a little more trying to find a perfect position to half-asleep again as I hear him slap his book on the table and hear his footsteps make his way to the bed

He laid down, staring at the ceiling next to me, with no movements just in silence. I just know he doesn't know how to express himself, and his feelings

"I'm sorry" His head tilts into my direction facing me, and I'm trying to find a way to hide the tears that were forming up

"are you- Olivia," he says softly this time, wrapping his arms me, as I pull into his chest, and stay silent buried into his neck

"Please don't cry" I feel his hand on my back, holding me still, "I didn't mean it" he whispers again, I pull myself back, meeting his eyes directly staring at me

"you promised"  I scoot a little far, wiping my tears away

"I will never leave you," he said

"I should've never loved you in the first place since I'm just a whore" I sit back up, still looking at him

"Oliv-" he says and I cut him off,

"save it" I lay down facing the ceiling, not knowing what else to do I shut my eyes to fall back asleep

I feel a cold touch, around my fingertips, slightly grasping my hand, and Instantly feel his palm connect to mine. I was too angry and sad to move my hand away, I just tightened my grip and fell asleep