Chapter 5

Life, you never know where it'll take you. One moment, you are happy, laughing, giggling at the world around you and in the next second, eveything is snatched away from you, leaving you speechless with shock and grief, and you have no one to turn to, no one to hold onto.

Then you get to meet with this new emotion, it's called darkness. It hugs you, engulfs you in its warmth and you forget about the thin line between right and wrong. Now, darkness has called for me too, and I am unstoppable.

The contract that my husband had signed with utter irritation is lying carelessly on the table as I am lost in my thoughts looking through the window.

"Return home by tomorrow then" my husband had said as he signed the contract, his clenched jaw giving away the abhorrence he feels with the idea.

"No."

"No?"

"No. I want to spend these 30 days in the bahamas, the island you bought last year."

"It's not possible, I am very busy-

"Then make it possible, Shraf. You signed a contract."

"The hell you are talking about! You know hard it is to reschedule my damn meetings and all this shit?"

I snickered, "Your meetings are the last thing I care about right now and you know that, Shraf!"

"Oh for God's Sake" My husband mumbled as he stormed out of the restaurant and jumped into his car.

And I stood there, as always, watching his back as he abandoned me to gather the broken pieces of my heart like he did a million times before.

"God, Why can't I get used to the hurt, the mind numbing, blood sucking pain he inflict on me everyday? How do I not get numb? How?!"

I slowly sat down on my chair. The coffee I ordered for my husband was there, perfect as he wanted it to be, black, no sugar, no foam, and a pinch of salt and yet it was untouched. My husband didn't even bother to have a sip.

The negative thoughts in my brain started boggling once again. Where did I fail? Why could I not make him see me? Is it because I was too perfect?! Did it make me boring? Oh who I am I kidding? My husband craved perfection, he was a perfectionist in every way, from head to toe, in every thing he does.

Then Why?! Why not choose me?! I whimpered as these painful questions kept swirling in my head like a rising cyclone, thrashing against my nerves with their painful force. I couldn't take it anymore so I covered my ears and closed my eyes, only praying for death. Death, as sad as I had perceived it to be all my life, now it's my only relief. My saviour.

"Madamoiselle" The waiter's soft voice woke me up from my frenzy and I looked at him. He smiled at me nervously.

"Do I take the coffee back?" He asked, eying my husband's untouched coffee.

"Oh, yes. Take both of the coffee back." I had not touched my coffee either.

The waiter appeared confused. I followed his gaze and to my utter shock discovered that the cup of coffee which I ordered for MYSELF is empty. Empty! Oh I hadn't touched that cup. My husband, my Oh So picky Husband had finished that non perfect sugary milky coffee latte by himself!

Oh my God! Oh my God!

I jumped straight from my seat and instantly called my psychiatrist and rambled everything to Erina. I was so excited that my usual poised calm voice came out squeaky and high. Why would it not be?! I just got a fudging clue!!!

Maybe... Maybe, My husband was not that much of a perfectionist. Maybe... Maybe all he needed was a little bit of imperfection in his life and everything would be right, right?! Who was I kidding?!

Of course I am right. That man never changed a tiniest bit of his routine or habit for anyone, hell would be there if there was any mistake. If he can switch from that bitter black coffee to coffee latte, he might as well switch from his dark Lucifer Avatar to my sweet Romeo!