10

"Stressed? " He came out of shower. His towel precariously hanging low around his waist. I filled the glass with scotch to the brim, ice cubes dancing with the liquor. He dried his hair with another towel, his back against me and I saw how wondrous his muscles contracted. He saw me looking at him so I looked away and emptied the glass.

"Celebrating." I played with the ice clinking to the sides of the glass. I tried erasing the thoughts of waking up next to him. I saw him sleep. Ten times holy than being awake. Well, he can't be an asshole while sleeping.

It was like the most normal thing to do. He greeted me good morning while his arms were draped over the enormity of my body. I adeptly peeled myself off of him.

"About what? " He inched closer and confiscated my happiness in a bottle.

"Your funeral." I attempted to free it from his hands but he suddenly brought it up in thin air. I tiptoed to get it, my arms flailing in attempt but all to no avail as he was taller than me.

"Is that why you're balling your eyes out last night? "

Our faces were very near but never touching. I could feel his body heat that it feels like I'm being cremated by this sudden hot feeling.

"For stupidity and ignorance, yours." I smacked his abdomen with the back of my hand. I wouldn't lie, I regretted that because he gripped my arms and pulled me closer I felt something shift in the atmosphere.

It's as if he's slowly chipping down walls of my stoic indifference.

" Ouchy Baby." His face distorted in mock betrayal. I heard him but his words resonated like white static. Everything then became uncertain. I had planned my life or the lack of it. Then he just came, out of nowhere.

I would've been long time dead.

But he came.

" Whatever sick game you're trying to play, stop. Or maybe find one dumb nitwit to act fool and satisfy your stupefied cravings. " I pushed him.

"Contracts don't lie. Manipulated, maybe but they never lie. We're still married. "

"Yey great. So where's our honeymoon? " Serving him with sarcasm paired with hard contempt.

"You know, with your dark-wit you could oust Satan. "

"Oh, you've been graced with my very existence. Satan herself. " I got the bottle of booze from his loose grip.

"Good luck with afterlife. You might end up in diving head first into the fiery pits. " He got a shirt and openly changed in front of me. I couldn't help but examine his abs when his shirt occluded his vision. He's a dumb nitwit, got his arms tangled so his shirt was in mad disarray. I controlled my snicker. He eyed me teasingly.

"You enjoying? " He finally managed to get a grip of the shirt. He caught me staring at him so I hid my blush by drinking buttoms up.

I continued filling the glass. Bottle's now half empty.

It's not helping though. It just made me hotter. I casted a discreet glance at his direction. It's as if I couldn't peel my eyes off of him.

His towel now on the floor. He walked my way I had to bite my lip from feeling quite intoxicated. I wasn't quite sure if it's alcohol or him.

"Laura's leaving. " He had the audacity to walk in the room with only boxers and shirt. So help me heavens.

"Oh poor thing. May your soul be redeemed from gloom. " I felt like I needed to get out and find some air. I felt constricted here.

"May yours be free from hell. " His voice remained incoherent from the door being shut close. The bathroom was quite bigger than the room, though it's the other way around.

"Why did you sign those papers, you could've stopped me too! Why did I even drink during that night. " He started muttering gibberish. Things I couldn't understand. Am I that intoxicated?

"What do you mean? " My hands cradled my head. I wanted to vomit. Everything's spinning and swirling I couldn't grip of the reality.

"You, you complicate things. You make my life a living he---"    Maybe he's talking just behind the door. I heard him more than before but his words didn't sink.

"Oh no. I believe you're capable of that alone. My help wasn't much needed. Thank you. For the credit by the way. " I made my way to the shower. I peeled my clothes and took a bath.

Maybe I dozed off in the middle of taking a shower.

Next thing I knew.

Was he was opening the door, one hand on the knob, one covering his eyes.

"Stupid shit! " I was thankful for the shower curtains but I felt exposed nonetheless. It's transparent but minimally muted with frosted plastic design.

"I was checking. I thought you  died."

"Get out! " 

He closed the door with the loudest thud. Only to be opened again.

"Laura's leaving, so I don't care anymore. Let's set the wedding date. "

He still had his eyes half-closed while I got my clothes and covered myself though he didn't looked my way.

"Which part of get out did you not understand Asshole! "

"And sorry for not ever knoc---" He closed the door halfway only to open it again.

"PUTRID PIECE OF---"