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2nd Person's POV:
- 5:25 PM -
You both entered your home, silently. Not a word being spoken to one another. You felt frustration and annoyance towards him, but at the same time; you were melted by his gesture. He showed that he still cared for you, which softened your heart.. but you hated it. You hated the way it made you feel. You wish that you could hate him, but you know you can't, you love him. It just hurts.
Placing your bouquet of tulips, and macarons at the kitchen counter, you then head to your bedroom to change. While doing so; you suddenly started to have a strong feeling that a tall large body was present, towering behind you... "Y/n?" He calls softly "Hm-?" You replied, knees weak. You felt anxious from the inches of space left between you and him, that it hardly made you breathe.
-Continueing what you were doing, you acted as if he wasn't there. But then, all of a sudden you smelled a new yet familiar fragrance.. A scent that you haven't smelled in a long time... He was wearing it.
That perfume.
He knew you would go feral for it. Damnit! This man knows what you would go crazy for and he's taking advantage of it. How dare he. You huff to yourself.
"Lo lamento.." He apologizes, how ever he couldn't get an answer out of you. "Please answer me, amore" He pleads then again there was no reply. "I see.. It's alright." He takes a step back, and was once again disappointed.
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"You should wear that more- I missed it." You admitted gently, with a stuttery voice. A large happy grin was then plastered unto his face from what you've said. Your answer made him very joyful to see the process from his doings; he was just starting. You did not know how happy he was. A small smile on your face then formed from his little reaction.
Out of nowhere, a ding from his phone comes to ruin the moment causing your smile to fade. You take a quick glance unto his phone seeing a message from a person named "Lila" and it said "Miguel, We have a problem-" was all you were able to read before he took it.
"I'll be back mi amor" He says to you in an alarming tone. He quickly puts on his Spiderman suit and swings out of the balcony.
His voiced echo through your mind. You expected a conversation after that, but instead he left. You weren't that selfish, ofcourse you understood why he had too... you were just overthinking things again.
Lila? Who is she...? A problem, what problem?- "She's probably just one of his co-worker at work."
*Time skip*
- 8:45 PM -
While waiting for him you did the usual things you always do; clean, use your phone, sit, read, clean, use your phone, sit, read... over and over again. Oh and ofcourse last but not the least we're obviously not forgetting: the "worrying" stage. Your husband is Spiderman for sake. And he's been gone for almost 4 hours!
-As if you weren't used to that. Also, Lila. Who the hell was Lila!?
After hours of waiting he finally decided to show up. "Where were you Miguel?" You ask in a worried yet angered tone.
Examining him and his facial expressions, you couldn't tell if he looked mad or panicked. But what you do know is that he didn't answer your question, neither did he talk to you, and that always meant something. Answers are not needed anymore, I guess you've got it now. That must've been it then. You thought. Is he just not in the mood? Or is he back with his old bullshit of a self again?
Before you go and overreact, you decide to give him a chance and ask him first, "What's wrong Miguel...?" You stared deeply into his eyes. Showing him that you're there to comfort him. Placing a firm hand on his shoulder; instead of giving you an answer, he chose to push it away. Miguel looked frustrated and anxious. His eyes showed that he had a lot in his mind... but you also saw anger. What's going on.
"Miguel... mi amor, you know that you can tell m-" He continues to ignore your words caused by the thoughts that were distracting him. But you misunderstood it.
His body pauses and stares at you confused. "What are you-" He starts, and ends up getting cut off by you "Stop acting like bullshit Miguel." His eyes looked at you still confused. "You know what I mean." Your trembled voice spoke. Miguel then realizes, letting worry and fear hit him. "Oh no- Mi amor.. I didn't mean to act like that. I'm so sorry. It's just... something happened while fighting criminals, it started to get on my nerves." He excused himself, but it sounded so much like a lie... a lie that was made because of fear. Something is wrong.
"I know it's not an excuse for me to getting mad at you.. Lo siento mucho mi amor, realmente no quise actuar de esta manera. Sabes que te quiero mucho. I didn't mean to let my anger out on you." He spoke but you felt that there was something bad going on, and it was not about him. It was something else... He suddenly pulls you into himself hugging you tightly, nuzzling his head into your neck.
Your hearts were pounding in a slow pace. You had a bad feeling, there is something bad, really bad. You just couldn't figure out what. Miguels sudden weeping then shocks you "Miguel why are-" You decided to ask but you get interrupted with his sobs. You hated it when he's like this. What even happened,
What was wrong???!
"Will you please stay with me mi amor.." His voice shuddered. It was so sudden that he had asked but you said yes anyway.
You choose to sympathize with him so he'll feel much better, but it didn't help. "What happened?" you question. "Simplemente te amo. Lamento mucho haberte lastimado varias veces. Te amo mi vida.. por favor.. por favor. No me dejes. Please mi amor, don't leave me.. I'm begging you" It was all so sudden, his words sounded so sincere but at the same time.. you heard fear. What did he mean don't leave him? His words confused you.
"I wouldn't know what do without you mi amor. Por favor, stay here- stay here with me. Please, please, please.." He sobbed begging. You were right.
There's something wrong. You just didn't know what...
*Time skip - Next morning*
- 10:35 AM -
You wake up from the couch with an aching body, and Miguel whose head was laying on your thighs. You smiled at him, caressing his soft brown locks. Something then comes to your mind. Last night. You were curious, what did he mean by not leaving him..? Why was he crying? Who was Lila? Those were the only thing that's stuck on your mind right now.
Before you went to gently move him off of you he begins to mutter words that were the same as what he said last night. "y/n... por favor.." Out of worry you shake his arm trying to wake him up.
"Miguel, it's alright it's just a dream. Mi amor please wake up" You panic. He wakes up at once trying to catch his breath. Before a word escaped your mouth he instantly pulled you in for a hug. He held you in his arms tightly, not wanting to ever let you go. His breathing.. it was trembling, what could he be dreaming about that has got him this scared..
"Miguel... are you alright?" You ask while you caressed his back "Sí.." He lies. "What were you dreaming about..?" You question. He pulls away from the hug, not making eyecontact. "I-I don't remember. All I saw was you." He lies once again. "Are you sure?..." you ask him one more time. "Yes mi amor, I assure you.." He lightly smiles.
*Time skip*
- 12:40 PM -
Miguel as been quiet ever since what happened. Something was eating him on the inside. He's been sitting and pacing back and fourth for hours. If only he would tell you what was really wrong then you could've helped, but he wouldn't.
A ding from his phone then gets his attention immediately. Taking a glance you saw messages spamming his phone and you saw the name "Lila" again. The exact same person who texted him yesterday. "Miguel, I've found something, you need to know-" You were again not able to read it fully. It made you so frustrated that he's not telling you anything. "What makes something so important that he needed to leave??? Is there something going on between them??? Or maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions." You thought.
*Time skip*
You've been waiting for over 2 hours already, but not a single text did you receive from him came. Where is he? why could he not just tell me what was wrong? He knows that I'd still figured if he lies about anything, so why couldn't he just tell me.
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His POV:
*Flash back - Yesterday*
" I'm here. What's this so called important problem that you needed to talk about? " I questioned sternly.
" Something's wrong Miguel... " My A.I. assistant states.
" It about your- "
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Well that was it for Chap.3
Please remind me if there are any wrong grammars, translation, and etc.
Stay tuned for Chap.4 !!!
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