"I don't even know what to say,"
"Just like you, Ivy isn't sure..she isn't sure if she has feelings for you or if she's doing the right thing and you keep giving her reasons to think that what she's doing is the wrong thing,"
" I feel horrible for making her feel that way, "
"In five years, where do you see yourself, Ian?"
Ian looked into the tumbler as he pondered on Carlos' question, this was something that he had never thought of before - his future when he's 27. He sighed and said, "Probably with her, with love and zero confusion and me being normal,"
" Then work towards it, you have her in it but that won't be possible if you both sign those papers next month. I'm off to bed, see you tomorrow after you've patched things up with your bride, "
Ian watched as Carlos departed before he stood up and attempted to clean up the broken vase.
He found himself leaning close to the door to eavesdrop on any conversation both parties were having but the room was as silent as a morgue.
