I'm beginning to think that I overreacted. Jasper must be mad at me. The last four days has been the longest for me since I got here because he hasn't talked to me. If anything, he's certainly good at keeping grudges and I'm getting the idea to follow in his footsteps. "Good morning Diana." Not to forget everytime I try to forget what happened, this bitch shows up, she is getting on my last nerve. Apparently some women have no shame. "I'm sorry about what happened the other day. I'll talk to Jasper if you don't mind. He can be difficult at time." The audacity If I didn't know her already, I'd have probably falle
Mrs Luther and I engaged in a light conversation for a while, and the more we talked, the more I feel something is wrong. If I want her to understand what is really happening I should make things clear and give her a detailed analysis of what my place is in this marriage. "You must be mistaken. Jasper and I aren't that close. He's
I smell old spice and lavender. It's comforting and familiar. That's the same way Jasper's room smells, I'll never tell him that I love that scent. Wait! Jasper's room, what am I doing here. He's supposed to be working in here with She who shall not be named.
I didn't realize how much pent up I had been bottling up. All I could see was red. Blood red. The satisfaction I was getting from this was sickening but I didn't care. I was far too consumed in anger and thirsty for some respect. She pled with me over and over again but I couldn't be moved, what a waste,
I sat still for a while, wondering what just happened. I mean, I cook a lot but it's not everyday you get burned for looking for gloves. The shock from what I had just experienced made me mellow. I watched in awe as he carefully applied the ointment on the burn and blew on it with tenderness. This is different from the Jasper I married. An entirely different person. It felt like the old Jasper had returned to me and was never going to leave me again. Can we be like this? I asked, wishing he could read my thoughts. Please don't change again Jasper, I'm lonely without your care and affection. I miss the old you.I reach out and touch his cheek lightly touch his cheek. Somehow I was going to get the confirmation I so desperately needed as to whether or not he has been faking this sudden affection or not. His eyes following my hand until he was staring back at me with so much intensity and not once did he avert his gaze. Just like me, he too was in shoc
The whispers amongst the wolves are everything but positive, I shiver at the thought of what they must be thinking about me, their stares are filled with menace and it's unsettling. Each passing second feels like I'm drowning, I really am screwed. Jasper was also staring blankly at me. At this point, I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I knew I shouldn't have come here, yet, I couldn't let them fight each other. "Diana, please wait outside." Jasper said as he took my hand.
I feel my skin heat up like a frying pan from the scorching sun. When she said we should meet I had no Idea she meant like this, we were taking a stroll from one ice cream truck to another. Now I know one thing about her asides her constant cheerfulness. She has a sweet tooth. It is not just ice cream but a bunch of other sweet things and her chances of gaining weight if she keeps it up is very fat. "Do you really need this much
The silence between us is deafening. It's so uncomfortable that I badly needed a distraction, anything at all. We've been this way ever since I told him I needed some of his time. His stern face is enough for me to wish I could take my words back. The highest he could do is force a smile, even a fake smile might be okay then maybe the air between us won't be this heavy to the point where it's choking me. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole,
This familiar smell of lavender, the scent of roses and milk, I know that scent anywhere. This was the scent of my old home, the house that had the scent of lavender and the bath that was made of Milk and roses. That's right, I thought I forgot about this, no, I did forget but now it's all coming back to me. Not once did I bathe with water, rather it was with milk, a bath which would always make me calm down and relax, how could I have forgotten such a memory. This must be a dream. "Diana, come, let me brush your hair." Mother! But how could she see me, and how is her voice so clear? Is it a new effect, but it isn't supposed to work in my dream plus I always take it off before I sleep