(Aurora)
The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. Adrian hadn't returned home since he left. It was past eight already.
Why was he staying out so late? I got a bad feeling about his him.
I paced around the sitting room, to and fro, checking time on the wall clock.
Here he comes. Speak of the devil and he appears.
The main door flung open and I could see him staggering his way in. I rushed to help him, but he pushed me away, saying he was fine.
No, he wasn't.
He reeked of alcohol. The first night I found him drunk, I saw this exact hurt in his eyes.
The words he uttered that night meant that his life was out of place and he couldn't handle the situation at hand.
So, what could have happened to him, tonight?"
He collapsed on the sofa, shooting me a glare. I was scared to death.
"A g-glass of wa… water."
God. He couldn't even form a proper sentence.
I nodded my head until I went out of his sight after saying, "Okay."
I came back panting, holding the glass. "You asked for water. Let me help you with it," I said, lifting his chin.
He tilted his head to the side, pushing away my hand. "Sit," he mumbled under his breathe.
"Th-thank yo… you," I whimpered, placing the glass cup on a table beside him, then I sat across.
He emptied the glass in a gulp, then waved some papers in the air. "Let's get divorced."
I didn't hear that, did I?
I moved my butt to the edge of the chair. "You got to be kidding. Is this some kind of joke?"
"Do I look like a clown, now? Of course not! I'm goddamn serious."
"No, no. Adrian, you're not thinking straight–"
"You got it wrong. I wasn't, but not anymore."
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
"How else should I explain it that having you in my life is my biggest mistake?! You, you jinxed me! Then you tricked me into believing you love me for who I am, but no…" his voice trailed off.
He looked like he had more to say, so I remained speechless, digesting his words.
My sight became blurry, but I couldn't let the tears out of my eyes.
He continued.
"You lied, blondie! That's what you're best at doing. You're after my hard-earned money, but you'll never accept the truth. I won't blame you, though. What should I have expected?" he asked, rhetorically.
I stared at him in disbelief, still out of words.
"The same reason I had always despised low class people and you aren't an exception. You still proved me right. I'm fucking tired of you, Aurora!" he screamed.
He calls me by my name whenever he's angry. And he definitely was.
But wasn't it the same man that confessed his love to me?
Or is he mistaken for someone else?
I crouched beside him, examining his body features.
Dark blue eyes✓
Black curly hair✓
Long, full lashes✓
Clean-shaven beards✓
Hairy legs✓
He was my Adrian, Adrian Garcia.
I sat back, then found my tongue. Finally.
Two wrongs never make a right, so I started in a calm tone.
"Then why were you hesitant to sign the former divorce papers? What difference does it make to you, now? You despise me, yet you touch me?"
He scoffed. "Like I have said before, 'consider it a privilege.' Stop emphasizing on meaningless things."
Wow.
"I thought you had changed for good. What in the world has come over you? Deep down in your heart, you know everything you said is false. Who gives a damn about your money?"
Fear gripped my body as he smashed the glass into thousand pieces, fuming and furious.
"Just shut the fuck up and sign the papers!" he yelled, flinging the papers at my face.
The papers scattered in different directions. I bent on my knees to gather them before taking my seat.
I glanced over the sheets. My eyes confirmed his signature scribbled at the bottom of the papers.
He… he wasn't joking.
"P-pen," I stammered.
He pulled one of out his pocket and gave me. "Here. Be quick."
I pressed the ink on the paper, waiting for him to stop me.
I waited for him to say it was joke, but it seemed time slowed down for us.
He sat in silence, tapping his feet against the tiles, impatient.
"Go on," he said in deep tone, crossing his arms.
I heaved out a long, deep sigh before signing the papers.
"Done."
He collected the papers and scanned through them, nodding his head as he got on his feet.
He took a turn to the entrance door and left the house, again.
What was he up to?