I went about my day monotonously, concentrating on dusting the areas that are rarely cleaned. Reaching up on my toes, I finished dusting the last web off the kitchen cabinet.
“You don’t really have to do this. We have helpers in here, Stella.” He said in his usual soft tone, but I couldn’t help but let out a frightened gasp. As I turned to look up at him, he eyed me worriedly.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He sighed.
This was becoming very common in this house. Him trying to talk and me freaking out. I bowed my head down. He tried lifting my chin up, but I quickly backed away from him.
Another sigh fills the kitchen.
“I just wanted to inform you that I have to leave for a business meeting tonight. I will be back in a couple of days. Do you want me to get you something?”
Confusion filled my head.
“No, thank you. ” I mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept staring at the empty couch, missing his tall figure sleeping there uncomfortably yet peacefully. I always envied the peace on his face, but it miraculously put me to sleep.
It’s been five days. And five sleepless nights. He isn’t back yet. A rare emotion filled my chest, worry gnawed my entire being. His couch being my only comfort. I climbed onto it and waited. I just wanted him to be safe.
A knock at the door and in he entered. Something got over me, I leapt in joy towards him, tears brimming my eyes. He looked exhausted and beautiful. His eyes filled with concern.
“Is everything okay? Are you okay?” He enquired, looking me over.
“It took you longer than you said. ” I mumbled in pain.
“I did leave you a message. Our company had to deal with a huge loss caused by a trusted employee. He leaked our ideas to our rivals.” He continued giving me an insight, but I wasn’t listening. I was busy making sure that he’s still here.
“I’m not used to this.” I started, with my head low. I took a breath and continued.
“I’m not used to being treated like an equal, or like a human. ” My heart trembled, waking up from all the abusing. It begged me not to scar it more. Can I trust my supposedly other half?
“Every time you treat me like I mean something, it scares me. Because you’re not like them and I’m used to them.” I clenched my eyes shut. His calloused thumb wiped away the stray tears, this time, I let him.
“Then, get used to it. You deserve nothing less. Whatever has happened in the past, I don’t care about it. Tell me when you’re ready or don’t tell me at all. It’s your choice.
But, do try to accept me. ” He whispered softly, holding my face. I looked up to see his teary eyes, filled with emotions that I’ve never seen or recieved. Love and respect.
I sobbed and pressed my cheeks into his hands.
“Even though my natural instinct is to run away from any human emotion, I want to fight my urge and stay for you. ”