Ian woke up and did his usual routine, he came downstairs - expecting to see Ivy but it seemed like she was still sleeping. He discarded his breakfast and summoned the courage to go to her room, she was sleeping and she looked pale probably because she spent hours of crying.
She was used to getting bullied and insulted but she couldn't explain why it was hurt whenever he told her words like that.
He stared at her with his hands in his pockets, he had the urge to stroke her hair but he didn't want to, he was slowly developing a soft spot for her but that couldn't be possible they just got married two days ago.
He observed how beautiful she was even with her eyelids closed and his eyes trailed to her lips, an image of him kissing her came into his head but he waved it off. He decided to go outside because looking at her was giving him thoughts he didn't want.
