Chapter 4: First hug.
After a long day of wedding festivities, Me and Elijah finally arrived at the hotel. The reception maybe filled with laughter and dancing, yet my heart is hoping that I was moving animal in this kind of celebration with Liam. I know that Elijah can feel
me. Now, as we entered their hotel room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions and uncertainty.
"Abigail, you can sleep at the bedroom. I'll be sleeping at the couch.." Elijah gently told me.
I look at him, I don't know his story. I don't know when his birthday is, even the story of his first love. I also don't know when was his first heartbreak, I just only know about him is his name, Elijah.
"I know you're not okay, you can take a bath, and sleep.. I'll just need to take a fresh air downstairs. I'll be back" he calmly said and smile at me then walk towards the door.
As I made my way to the bathroom, my nerves began to kick in. This night would be my very first as Elijah's wife. It was not a relationship born out of love, but rather an arranged marriage. The weight of this reality hung heavy in my heart as I stepped into the shower.
The sound of running water filled the room, drowning out my racing thoughts. With each passing minute, I found it harder to ignore the doubts and fears that had plagued me since the day the marriage was decided.
Would I ever find true love in this arrangement? Would I ever know what it felt like to be genuinely desired by my own husband?
Eventually, the bathroom grew silent as I finished my shower. As I emerged, wrapped in a fluffy towel, my eyes immediately searched for Elijah. However, he was nowhere to be seen.
I assumed he must be on the couch now.
Maybe he's still downstairs, breathing air.
Hungry and emotional. I can feel my tummy. So, I decided to distract myself by preparing a meal.
As I moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and boiling water, my mind wandered back to a time before this marriage. I couldn't help but reminisce about Liam, the man who had once held my heart. The memories washed over me like a tidal wave, and tears streamed down on my face.
Lost in my own sorrow, I hardly noticed the time passing in my secluded corner of the kitchen. The room had become a sanctuary for me, a safe space where I could let my emotions spill out without judgment. But, seemingly out of nowhere, the sound of footsteps treading softly towards me snapped me out of my misery-induced trance.
Startled, I turned my gaze towards the source of the sound, only to find Elijah standing there, a concerned expression etched upon his face. It was as if he had sensed my pain, as if he had felt my heartache all the way from the other side of the hotel room. Before I could gather my thoughts or even formulate a single word, he crossed the small distance between us and wrapped his strong arms around me.
His embrace was warm and comforting, effectively shrouding me in a shield of solace. For a moment, it felt as if the world beyond that kitchen ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us locked in a silent conversation of understanding. And as he gently buried my face in his chest, allowing the tears to flow freely, I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of his compassion.
It was in that moment, within the confines of that embrace, that a realization struck me with blazing intensity. I had always perceived our marriage as a mere arrangement, a contract binding us together out of duty and obligation. Yet, in this tender moment, I realized there was so much more to it, so much more potential for connection and understanding.
In Elijah's arms, I discovered a glimmer of hope, a flicker of possibility. Perhaps, buried beneath the layers of formality and the weight of our respective expectations, there existed a chance for us to build something that transcended mere obligation. Maybe, just maybe, with time and effort, we could forge a bond steeped in genuine love and shared experiences.
And so, as the tears continued to cascade down my cheeks, a newfound optimism bloomed within my heart. I hope soon, I will no longer saw our marriage as a prison sentence but, instead, as a blank canvas awaiting our joint endeavors. It would take work, undoubtedly, and overcoming the scars of our past would be a Herculean task. Yet, I was willing to embark on this journey of self-discovery and companionship, hand-in-hand with the man who now held me so tenderly.
"you've been carrying that kind of pain.. I can be a safe space Abigail.." his voice, it's too gentle and warm.
Eventually, he gently release me from his arm. He wiped away my tears and smile at me.
"What are you cooking? I would like to taste it.."
I once again look at him wondering, why is this man was so gentle with me?
"just some omelette.." I said. " and milk.."
He chuckled.
"Woah! can I have some?" I can feel his genuine affection towards me.
"S-Sure" I started to prepare food for him. And compose myself to ask some question about him. "so.. how did you know me?"
"Oh yeah, I was waiting for you to ask me that in our reception.." he said while eating.
"you're too busy laughing, I don't wanna interrupt it"
He laughed so loud.
" I am an extroverted, so please bare with me.." He said. "yeah so we are the owner of the orphanage where you came from, that is why I know you.."
I nodded.
"so …you know a lot about me?"
"Hmmmm, not exactly everything. Just necessary information about you"
"What? so you investigated me?"
"No! I just read your information form from the orphange"
"Oww-!"
He chuckled again.
What's wrong with this man?
"so what are you things you know about me?
"Hmmmm, well, I know your birthday"
"Really? When is my birthday?"
" 26th of April hahah!"
" I see…" I nodded and I realized I don't know his birthday. "W-When was your birthday?"
"April 27…"
"Reallyy?"
"Uh huu!"
"Wow!" I was amazed. Genuinely. He chuckled and stand.
" I just need water" I nodded.
Because he was going to get water, he had to turn his back on me. Elijah was wearing black, causing me to see the red light behind him. It seemed like a light from a lazer, when I followed its source I saw the red line of a lazer from outside our hotel room penetrating the window.
"Elijah!" I shouted.
I was about to face him, when I felt him holding my waist then he forced me against the wall in our kitchen. We heard a gunshot that hit the refrigerator. Elijah would have been hit.
"Stay here, let me just get my gun"
To be continued…
Chapter 4: First hug.
After a long day of wedding festivities, Me and Elijah finally arrived at the hotel. The reception maybe filled with laughter and dancing, yet my heart is hoping that I was moving animal in this kind of celebration with Liam. I know that Elijah can feel
me. Now, as we entered their hotel room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions and uncertainty.
"Abigail, you can sleep at the bedroom. I'll be sleeping at the couch.." Elijah gently told me.
I look at him, I don't know his story. I don't know when his birthday is, even the story of his first love. I also don't know when was his first heartbreak, I just only know about him is his name, Elijah.
"I know you're not okay, you can take a bath, and sleep.. I'll just need to take a fresh air downstairs. I'll be back" he calmly said and smile at me then walk towards the door.
As I made my way to the bathroom, my nerves began to kick in. This night would be my very first as Elijah's wife. It was not a relationship born out of love, but rather an arranged marriage. The weight of this reality hung heavy in my heart as I stepped into the shower.
The sound of running water filled the room, drowning out my racing thoughts. With each passing minute, I found it harder to ignore the doubts and fears that had plagued me since the day the marriage was decided.
Would I ever find true love in this arrangement? Would I ever know what it felt like to be genuinely desired by my own husband?
Eventually, the bathroom grew silent as I finished my shower. As I emerged, wrapped in a fluffy towel, my eyes immediately searched for Elijah. However, he was nowhere to be seen.
I assumed he must be on the couch now.
Maybe he's still downstairs, breathing air.
Hungry and emotional. I can feel my tummy. So, I decided to distract myself by preparing a meal.
As I moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and boiling water, my mind wandered back to a time before this marriage. I couldn't help but reminisce about Liam, the man who had once held my heart. The memories washed over me like a tidal wave, and tears streamed down on my face.
Lost in my own sorrow, I hardly noticed the time passing in my secluded corner of the kitchen. The room had become a sanctuary for me, a safe space where I could let my emotions spill out without judgment. But, seemingly out of nowhere, the sound of footsteps treading softly towards me snapped me out of my misery-induced trance.
Startled, I turned my gaze towards the source of the sound, only to find Elijah standing there, a concerned expression etched upon his face. It was as if he had sensed my pain, as if he had felt my heartache all the way from the other side of the hotel room. Before I could gather my thoughts or even formulate a single word, he crossed the small distance between us and wrapped his strong arms around me.
His embrace was warm and comforting, effectively shrouding me in a shield of solace. For a moment, it felt as if the world beyond that kitchen ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us locked in a silent conversation of understanding. And as he gently buried my face in his chest, allowing the tears to flow freely, I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of his compassion.
It was in that moment, within the confines of that embrace, that a realization struck me with blazing intensity. I had always perceived our marriage as a mere arrangement, a contract binding us together out of duty and obligation. Yet, in this tender moment, I realized there was so much more to it, so much more potential for connection and understanding.
In Elijah's arms, I discovered a glimmer of hope, a flicker of possibility. Perhaps, buried beneath the layers of formality and the weight of our respective expectations, there existed a chance for us to build something that transcended mere obligation. Maybe, just maybe, with time and effort, we could forge a bond steeped in genuine love and shared experiences.
And so, as the tears continued to cascade down my cheeks, a newfound optimism bloomed within my heart. I hope soon, I will no longer saw our marriage as a prison sentence but, instead, as a blank canvas awaiting our joint endeavors. It would take work, undoubtedly, and overcoming the scars of our past would be a Herculean task. Yet, I was willing to embark on this journey of self-discovery and companionship, hand-in-hand with the man who now held me so tenderly.
"you've been carrying that kind of pain.. I can be a safe space Abigail.." his voice, it's too gentle and warm.
Eventually, he gently release me from his arm. He wiped away my tears and smile at me.
"What are you cooking? I would like to taste it.."
I once again look at him wondering, why is this man was so gentle with me?
"just some omelette.." I said. " and milk.."
He chuckled.
"Woah! can I have some?" I can feel his genuine affection towards me.
"S-Sure" I started to prepare food for him. And compose myself to ask some question about him. "so.. how did you know me?"
"Oh yeah, I was waiting for you to ask me that in our reception.." he said while eating.
"you're too busy laughing, I don't wanna interrupt it"
He laughed so loud.
" I am an extroverted, so please bare with me.." He said. "yeah so we are the owner of the orphanage where you came from, that is why I know you.."
I nodded.
"so …you know a lot about me?"
"Hmmmm, not exactly everything. Just necessary information about you"
"What? so you investigated me?"
"No! I just read your information form from the orphange"
"Oww-!"
He chuckled again.
What's wrong with this man?
"so what are you things you know about me?
"Hmmmm, well, I know your birthday"
"Really? When is my birthday?"
" 26th of April hahah!"
" I see…" I nodded and I realized I don't know his birthday. "W-When was your birthday?"
"April 27…"
"Reallyy?"
"Uh huu!"
"Wow!" I was amazed. Genuinely. He chuckled and stand.
" I just need water" I nodded.
Because he was going to get water, he had to turn his back on me. Elijah was wearing black, causing me to see the red light behind him. It seemed like a light from a lazer, when I followed its source I saw the red line of a lazer from outside our hotel room penetrating the window.
"Elijah!" I shouted.
I was about to face him, when I felt him holding my waist then he forced me against the wall in our kitchen. We heard a gunshot that hit the refrigerator. Elijah would have been hit.
"Stay here, let me just get my gun"
To be continued…