I then glared at him as he strode past me and stormed into the bathroom. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists as I watched him. I could feel my anger rising inside me again. Why does he always blame me for everything?! And why won't he understand that I didn't do it on purpose! But I couldn't say any of that to him. No matter how much I wanted to scream at him and cry, I had to stay silent and accept everything he was putting me through. I turned away from the bathroom and walked back to our bedroom. As I opened the bedroom door I stopped dead in my tracks. Roman was standing in front of the mirror, staring at himself with a blank expression. He looked so broken and distraught that my heart ached for him."Didn't I tell you to go and shower before you came in here?" I scolded him gently.He flinched at my voice but didn't turn around."You're still mad at me?" he asked quietly."Of course I'm still mad at you," I snapped. "You lied to me. You told me that you didn't love me anym
"Anyway, where's my present?" I asked him. "And where's your present?"Roman sat up and reached for one of the boxes which had been resting on the coffee table."Here it is," he said, handing me the box.I opened it and smiled happily when I saw what was inside."Aww," I gushed. "It's a necklace!"It was a silver chain with a simple pendant which resembled an eye. In the centre of the eye, there was a small piece of wood with a Celtic knot engraved upon it."It's gorgeous. Thanks, darling," I exclaimed, hugging him. "I love it."He chuckled softly as I kissed him. Then, I stood up and handed the box over to him. He then looked at me curiously."Is this yours too?" he asked."No. Yours is inside," I stated simply.He raised his eyebrows and stared at the box."Mine? But this looks like a necklace.""Yes, silly. It's supposed to. And it is. You just don't recognize it yet. Open it."He hesitated for a few seconds before opening the box slowly. He opened it carefully and gasped loudly wh
"Do I look good enough?" he asked playfully.I rolled my eyes and placed a hand on his cheek lovingly."You look great, baby. Like always," I whispered.He wrapped both his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him."Thank you," he murmured.After a few seconds, he broke apart from me and took a step back."Let's go," he said smiling at me.When we arrived at the restaurant, we quickly settled into our seat, ordered drinks and food and talked. Of course, we didn't talk much about business. After all, what kind of boyfriend and girlfriend does that? Instead, we discussed anything and everything that came to our minds. From the things that we had done during the past week, to our plans for after the wedding. Even though I was aware that it was very early into the future, I couldn't help but feel excited to begin planning my wedding. Not only did I love Roman and I loved him so much, I was extremely happy that he was marrying me. And that made me happier still. I loved spending
"So do you think we should start the conversation now?" he asked."No, not now. Let's just enjoy the drive. I'm tired of talking all the time anyways.""Yeah, I guess."I giggled when he muttered that under his breath. I couldn't help but remember the night we spent in the diner. That was definitely one of my favourite memories of the two of us. At first, he hadn't really understood why we were doing it and had thought I was drunk. But when I told him why we were doing it, he became instantly understanding. I think he enjoyed it even more than I did. He had never liked drinking, so being forced to drink was quite unpleasant for him. I couldn't believe he had actually agreed to do it. We ended up getting along so well that we ended up having more fun than we expected. I had even convinced him to dance with me once! Although, that was only after we had gotten drunk together. It wasn't easy convincing him to let me lead the dance. I guess he wanted to show me that he could dance just
Romano held my hand tight in comfort and tried to console me, telling me that everything will be alright. However, that didn't work for me, because I wasn't feeling any better.Our relationship was the one that we shared through thick and thin. Our relationship was the only thing that made us happy and now, when everything is over, all I want is to go back to the way we used to be. I wish everything could change and start fresh, with no more baggage. All I wished for was to get back in Romano's arms and kiss him again.I thought that if I would give up now, then maybe everything would turn back to normal.And I was right. The first thing that I did once Romano came home that night was to hold him tightly in my embrace, hoping that my touch would help him forget all those painful memories.However, it doesn't take long until Romano broke away from my hug.His face showed a broken expression, he looked completely devastated."You shouldn't have kissed me." He whispered, tears streaming
"Well... Maybe we should start planning our wedding." I suggested, smiling down at him.Romano chuckled and looked up at me with hopeful eyes."Really? Do you really think that's possible?" Romano asked, surprised."Of course! It's the most logical solution!" I replied happily.Romano's eyes widened and he jumped out of the chair, running towards me."That's exactly what I wanted to hear!" He exclaimed.Romano threw himself at me and hugged me tightly. "We will get married soon! I hope you don't mind, Romano! I know your family doesn't like me much, but please, Romani, tell them I love them very much and that I promise I will do everything in my power to treat you well. Please Romano... please tell them that I love them very much... and that I always will." Romano pleaded, his voice full of emotion.I smiled and hugged him tighter, resting my head on top of his."I promise." I responded softly, placing yet another kiss on his forehead.It hasn't been a week since Romano's engagement
I spent more time in my room these days than ever and hardly came downstairs.When I got home from school or from work, Romano was nowhere to be found. In fact, he barely spoke to me during the whole week, he only looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face and never smiled at me unless he absolutely had to.I knew that I shouldn't be jealous of anyone, and that it was wrong to feel that way, but nevertheless I couldn't help it.Romano had already accepted that I was his wife, but I could tell that he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea.I didn't blame him. I was still learning how to adjust to being married to him and I probably wouldn't be any good at it either.I had promised Romano that I would do my best to make him forget about his past and move forward, but every time he glanced in my direction, I could still feel his icy stare piercing through my soul.At night, whenever I tried to sleep, I'd lay awake on my bed, listening to the sounds coming from outside.An
The sun was shining bright and the wind was blowing strong against our faces.I shivered involuntarily."Here," Romano said, handing me his hoodie."Thanks." I said, taking off my shirt and putting on the hoodie. It was huge on me and hung loosely around my body.We got into the passenger side of the car and I leaned across the centre console to give Romano a quick peck on the cheek."So, where's your friend taking us?" I asked.Romano turned his head to look at me and smiled softly."You remember where it is?"I nodded, giving him a small smile in return."Good because he said that he has been planning this trip for weeks now. He just wanted it to be perfect, so we're gonna go to the beach."Romano started the engine and soon enough we were driving along the highway heading towards town. We passed the village we'd passed yesterday and continued going straight until we reached the sea.We arrived at the beach and when we stepped out of the car, my jaw dropped.The sky was cloudless an
Today marks the first day back after what happened last week. A lot has changed since then. Since we've gotten married, my mother has completely stopped trying to convince me to marry her son, although it has been clear throughout the past weeks that she hates him. But she has also been very understanding towards Sergio, even if she hasn't accepted us yet.My father is currently living with us, as my brother had kicked him out of the apartment last week. He didn't seem very happy about it, especially since it meant that his boyfriend would have to give up their house to live with him. I didn't mind that much though. The less attention that I get from my family, the better.This morning, I decided to wake up early so that I could get some breakfast ready before everyone woke up. I quickly made myself breakfast and put it in a bowl for Sergio. I then proceeded to walk around our apartment getting ready for the day. I was brushing my teeth when the bathroom door burst open and Sergio ra
"Baby, you know that I won't do that ever again. Never. You know that I will always protect you. Always, always. Forever and ever." Sergio reassured me.I nodded in response."Do you remember when you said you needed a break?" I asked quietly."Yeah. Of course I do. Why? Are you feeling better now?" He asked me, rubbing circles on my back."Kind of, yeah." I replied shakily."Well, it's late and I think it's time for us both to sleep. Come on, let's get up and make some coffee so that we can get some rest." Sergio suggested.I reluctantly opened my eyes and slid out of the covers. I followed Sergio out of the room and we entered the kitchen. We poured ourselves two cups of coffee, drinking them gratefully. After putting the cups in the sink, we carried them over to the sofa and sat down."Do you want to talk about it?" Sergio asked me gently, taking my hand in his."Not really." I admitted. "Maybe later?"Sergio smiled at me reassuringly. I leaned forward and kissed him softly, trying
"Wait. What?" I interrupted. "When did that happen?! Why didn't you tell me that you were leaving? What about us? Where were we during those years? Did I know what you were doing? Why did you hide that from me? What happened between you and my brother?"Sergio closed his eyes."You know that it was my fault...you know that I didn't mean for him to become involved with you. It was my choice to leave you alone. But he insisted that you came back with me. That he loved you enough to be willing to sacrifice everything and everything. I tried to convince him that it was in his best interest to stay away. But he wouldn't listen. He was stubborn and refused to change his mind.""He convinced my father that you two were meant to be together. He told my father that you were perfect for each other and he was determined to get married sooner rather than later. That he would wait until you were both eighteen and that it would be worth it because he was sure you'd love him as much as he loved you.
For a few minutes, we just stared at each other, not saying a word. I decided that now was a good time as any to ask him about his relationship with Sergio."So, you and Sergio....?" I started hesitantly.Sergio looked up and stared at me for a few seconds before turning away, his expression unreadable."Yes, we're together." He replied. "But it won't work out." He added when he saw how shocked I looked. "We love each other, I know that. But you'll never be able to understand us like you do. You don't know everything about us. You've known us for all of a day.""How long have I been here?" I asked, not understanding why we were talking about this. Wasn't that supposed to be my question? I had the feeling that I already knew the answer."About seven days." Sergio replied calmly."Seven days?!" I yelled, surprised. "And you didn't think that it was important to tell me that I've been unconscious for seven days?""We thought you needed time to adjust. We wanted to give you some space to
Tears kept spilling from my eyes as I tried to run harder than ever before to catch up with them. Suddenly, I found myself at an empty street. I looked both ways to try and find any sign of the couple and I spotted a familiar figure sitting under a lamppost a little way ahead of me. I broke into a sprint and rushed towards him. As I approached, I began to realize that the man wasn't wearing a jacket, so I figured he must have been freezing.When I got close enough, I could see that he was looking straight ahead with his arms resting on his knees, completely unmoving. I slowly came to stand right next to him, hoping that he would acknowledge my presence. But, he didn't. His expression remained the same and I knew that he was ignoring me. For a second, I stood there, staring at him without moving, completely dumbstruck by what was happening."Are...Are you alright?" I whispered, afraid to make a sudden move lest he would snap out of whatever trance he was currently in.He didn't reply
"Not really. I don't know. I'll probably just hang out with the guys, but that might take a while." I answered."Okay. I'll pick you up at seven then." He said. "How does that sound?""Perfect." I said, smiling slightly. "I'll see you then.""See you then." He responded, hanging up.I stared at my phone for a few minutes longer. I knew there was nothing to worry about. He wouldn't come to pick me up if he knew something was bothering me. He was just being friendly. After a few moments though, I realized that it was already nine in the morning and that the time to wake up everyone else was approaching rapidly."Great. Now everyone else will wake up." I said with a sigh. I picked up my phone and dialled the number of the person who most definitely was not going to appreciate waking up this early. She answered almost immediately."Irish, I was expecting you to call earlier. Is everything OK?" She asked me."Yes, I'm fine. I just woke up and wanted to check if you were awake.""Ah yes. T
"What's so funny?" He asked, frowning at me."Nothing... I was just wondering why you're behaving like this." I said with a chuckle."I'm not behaving like anything." He protested."Oh please, Sergio, don't play dumb. You know exactly what I mean. I saw the way you looked at me." I told him.He looked up at me, puzzled."Look, Irish, it's not what you think. I didn't mean to stare at you, ok? It was an accident." He explained quickly.I shook my head. "You know perfectly well that you couldn't have meant to stare. Look, Sergio, you don't seem like yourself these days. You look more serious than ever before. And besides, there's no need for you to feel guilty. You didn't do anything wrong."He stared at me for a while longer, as if trying to find the right words to say."I know. Please. I am sorry, Irish. Can we start over? Forget what has happened." He pleaded earnestly.I sighed. "Okay. I forgive you, Sergio." I said, reaching across the table to touch his hand.He took my hand gentl
"Is it okay with you if we go out for dinner tonight?" Sergio suddenly asked, breaking the silence between us."Why wouldn't it be? That sounds awesome." I answered smiling. "What are your favourite restaurant?"He chuckled lightly at my enthusiasm, and then told me his favourite restaurant nearby. After ordering our meals, we started to discuss our plans for tonight. Although we hadn't talked in a long time and neither one of us was sure about what we wanted to do, we still decided to try to spend some time together. Since we weren't going to be able to talk about what we were going to say later, we decided to keep some of it simple. Just a few casual questions about each other's lives. Then after we finished our meal, we would decide where to go next and what we were planning to do for the rest of the night.It was nice spending time with Sergio again. After everything had happened the last time we spent time together, I had missed him so much. He was someone whom I missed dearly.
But it was hard when I could hear him chewing slowly, every movement accompanied with loud chewing noises which weren't exactly quiet, yet somehow they still managed to reach me. And when I looked up and looked into his beautiful brown eyes... I lost control. Every fiber of my body wanted to jump into his arms and run away from the awkward tension that was surrounding us. And I just couldn't seem to resist."Would you like more coffee, dear?" My mom asked.I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the question that she had just asked."Yes please." I responded, giving her a weak smile.She nodded her head and made her way toward the kitchen. I heard Sergio move closer to me and stop right beside me. I remained silent while my mother prepared my coffee."You don't have to stay with us," I stated softly. "We're not forcing you to stay. I can handle things perfectly fine on my own. You don't have to stay."He didn't respond to my statement. Instead, he continued to watch me silently un