Geneva cleaned up the mess she'd made of the flowers and candles. It was faster now than the previous night she spent setting them. Then, she silently made her way back into the bedroom and to the bathroom. It's better to finish all these affairs while he is his strange self, she muttered to herself. She was through in less than ten minutes, made it to the kitchen and prepared a breakfast of milk and toast in another ten.As she set them in the little space meant for dining in the small kitchen, she glanced again at him. Noting that Nicholas was still in that same position like a statue, she felt an odd feeling which she would like to dismissively call pity, prick her heart, so she walked to him.Wiping her hands on her jean skirt to heat them up, Geneva lightly touched the cold body.Goosebumps that bore standing hairs traveled from the tip of the finger that she had nudged his shoulder with and down to her toes.Sad blue orbs met her dark ones and she shivered from its intensity.
A game of ten questions. The perfect way of finding out from someone exactly what you want to know. At least it was a perfect technique Sharon used on her. It simply involved taking turns to ask each other questions. Once you've gotten the other trapped in a leading question, you proceed by asking the other a series of 'whys' for each answer given. More than ten questions weren't allowed. "Nicholas," she called softly, "what is your full name?""I know not the answer to your question."She frowned. "Your family, do you remember your parents? Any siblings? Surely, they must know where your body is.""I know not the answer to that question either." He said, his tone neutral.Geneva was beginning to get frustrated again so she said, "it's your turn now. Ask me any question you want to know the answer to."He once again became mute. Geneva was exasperated. Her husband, she sadly realized now, was as interested in knowing more about her as she was in knowing why ants don't fly.Freeing h
The next morning when Geneva woke, she came down the stairs yawning. She saw Nicholas in that same frozen stance as the day before and in the exact same place. Noticing this, she silently tiptoed to the bathroom and washed up.Just like the day before, she beckoned on him before going to have breakfast. And just like the day before, his eyes had a firm stand on her like steel making her feel like she was a ten year old sternly supervised as she performed a task.She almost regretted calling on him before being done with eating. At a point, she even choked on her food but had to repress the violent thunder in her throat.In a free world like this I'm not even allowed to freely choke on my own food! She grieved internally. When she was done eating, Geneva took the plates to the sink and started washing them. In less than a minute, Nicholas was already beside her placing the glass cup there for her to wash too.Geneva's head turned to him at breakneck speed then she squinted her eyes at
That night she sang till her voice became dry. And the husband she had been trying to irritate had appeared unaffected at all. It made Geneva want to leap onto Nicholas' side of the bed and choke him. She looked up from the laptop on her lap to glare at Nicholas. Two hours of singing was just too much, but he wasn't stopping her, not to mention how frustrated she was with him right now. Geneva snuck a glance at him again. He was lying on his back and his elbows were bent so that he could support his head with his arms. Geneva was beginning to think that that was the only way he slept. She had an idea. One night, she would observe him and know if he ever changed positions.With slight caution, she called him. "Nicholas?" "Mm?" Nicholas replied, still in the same position. "Take a look at this." She passed him a book. He finally opened his eyes and looked at the book in silence, then to Geneva too before collecting it. He opened a page and said with a flat voice, "You wanted to sh
Geneva woke up in the morning feeling refreshed. How she loved a good night's sleep. Not seeing Nicholas, she suspected that he was in the sitting room yet again observing a certain spot. She was surprised when she could not find him there.After looking around for a while, she discovered that he was missing again. Perhaps he was reliving his memories. She knocked on the wall and whispered his name. He really doesn't relive those memories in the wall, she concluded when she heard not a sound in return.Ah, time for a bath!Geneva moved to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes and flinging them anyway as she basked in the joy of privacy. It was only when she was cladded in just her lace bra and panties that left nothing of her delectably voluptuous behind to the imagination, did she realize that she had forgotten her shower cap.Groaning, she stepped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. That was when she saw a white shirt and black pants belonging to none other than Nicholas
"You could beat the eggs and butter. Later we'll pour the mixture into it." Geneva said over her shoulder to Nicholas who had been standing behind her since they came into the kitchen to prepare a cake. It has been days since the embarrassing incidents had taken place and having gone to the grocery store earlier today, she decided they would make a cake together. After all, Nicholas did owe her a wedding cake. He was the reason why she had been terrified and forgotten all about one of the best parts of a wedding - the cake!Geneva added powdered milk to the big bowl with the flour in it. Just then, something jumped out of nowhere and into the plate beside the bowl while crashing a China ware to the floor. Geneva flung the bowl in fright and jumped unto Nicholas, wrapping her hands and legs around him. Not once in that giant leap of hers did she consider the both of them falling because of the sudden impact of her weight. After a few seconds when she came back to her senses, she r
"Damn, Geneva, must you drop a bomb every time you call? And I mean every single time you call?" Sharon screamed at her, very much awake now. "Don't go yelling at me like it's intentional." Geneva yelled back. "This call does not seem any bit unintentional to me." Sharon yelled too. "Sharon," Geneva heaved a sigh and said, "I need someone to talk to and not to train my lung capacity with." "I'm seriously concerned for you, une fille. I just finished a plate of ice cream, endangering my waistline even though I have a date tomorrow with Louis." "With Louis Martin? The French guy… oh, so that's what's up with your accent." Sharon had this irritating habit of changing her accent whenever she dated a foreign guy. "My love life rocks; yours suck." Sharon stated in a dejected tone. They both sighed. "Sharon, you are officially the worst person on earth to seek comfort to the mind and heart from." Sharon giggled before countering. "Who says I am? You'll see the wonders I'll perform to
"...Geneva won't you reconsider your stay?" She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to chastise her father but closed it when she heard a deep voice chuckling. With her eyes shifting to his location, she groaned inwardly at the embarrassment her parents were suffering her with in front of her husband! Why is he giving me his attention now that I don't need it? Geneva chewed Nicholas up in her mind. James noticed her shifty, unfocused eyes, so he went to where he suspected her gaze was repeatedly landing. He fisted his hands and stood three inches away from Nicholas thundering, "where are you, daughter-robber? Come out this minute." "Dad, what are you doing?" Geneva asked, alarmed. "Scaring the person you are trying to hide." He snarled. Two men, intimidating in their own way were in the small living room with one bellowing stupid things at the other. One had a stupid expression on his face while the other had on, an unreadable expression. "Dad, if anything, I'm the one scare