I was met with a soft caress of my cheek, and the once warm sheets moving.
I watched her as she maneuvered her way to the washroom, her t-shirt worn the wrong way. I got up after her, making my way downstairs to the kitchen. We did not speak a word to one another, yet we almost knew what we wanted to do or what to say. I made breakfast for us, and I even did attempted to do a delivery for her- upstairs to the bed. Unfortunately, she had already came down when I wanted to deliver the breakfast.
She seemed shock at the sight of breakfast. However, the place she checked first was the kitchen. She wouldn't find a thing to critique. I made sure I washed all of the pans and pots, and wiped every single spot clean. When she exited the kitchen looking satisfied, I pulled out the chair for her, prompting her to sit.
"What's gotten into you?"
"It's what happens when someone is in love," I simply responded. "Again."
"You know what you did to me was despicable, right- Aaron?" She placed the piece of ham into her mouth as I nodded. "You took your anger out on me. From your previous marriage. Remember the flower vase?" I nodded again. I couldn't do anything but nod.
"I don't want to see you get hurt again. After Alvaro. After Granit. It's not happening again."
"You can't just be in love after spending a night with someone, Aaron. It doesn't happen that way." She spoke softly.
"We've been together for years," I responded. "We bought an apartment together. You ought to remember why we specifically chose 1016 for the house number."
"Of course I recall that, Aaron. Your national team number and your former Arsenal number. But you don't fall in love in a day; just like I can't fall out of love in three years." She got up, taking her empty plate with her into the back toward the kitchen.
"Why can't you open up to me?" I asked, trailing behind her.
"Because I don't trust you enough anymore."
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without trust, there's no relationship
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68 Ways to Rekindle | Aaron Ramsey
Fanfiction"108, don't you remember? It was our apartment code, but there's one broken heart, and I've learned that nothing is infinite through the string of numbers that once belonged to us." sequel to 57 reasons to break up. copyright 2016-2017. cover by -m...
