"Don't hit my hands." I said in a croaked voice. He narrowed his eyes at me, ready for his anger. I began to shake in his ominous presence. But, his wrath never came as he let out a disappointed sigh.
"What is the count?" He said. I opened my eyes and looked at his distress form.
"Of what?" I asked in confusion.
"Of our kisses."He said monotonously as he shifted his position, stood beside me and leaned on the wall. I blushed like mad and looked at him. His eyes were closed. I relaxed a bit in his presence. But, that doesn't mean that I am not alarmed. I am still on guard about what he is planning.
"F-Fifth.." I said.
"Wrong." He said. No, I am quite sure that it's the fifth.
"How?" I said, He sighed and began to say,
"You wore that red dress when we first met, I kissed your hands. On our first date, when you wore that beautiful blue dress, I kissed your hands again. At our wedding, I kissed you below your lower lip. On the second day of our marriage, you wore an orange checked shirt with blue jeans, I kissed your tears then. A few hours ago, you were wearing this Green shirt and black jeans. I kissed your forehead. Just Now, I kissed your palms" I blushed in embarrassment. I am amazed that He even remembers what I wore that time. Oh yeah! I didn't count the recent one.
"The dress part was irrelevant.," I said without thinking. I instantly regret saying that.
"Just want to remind you that I still remember." I looked at him in disbelief. He remembers what I wore. I blushed while his eyes were shut.
"Why does it matter?" I asked.
"Did they mean nothing to you?" He asked in a low voice. "They don't. Why would I care for your emotionless actions?" I breathed out.
"And what if it means a lot to me?" He turned and looked at me, "As a show of my agony? What else could it be." I scoffed, looking away. I also lean back on the wall beside him. A brief silence came between us but he decided to break the sweet lull of us as he called me, "Ester..."
"What?" I asked.
"Do you hate me?" He asked. My heart picked its pace when I heard it. A shiver went down my spine as my eyes widened in shock. I never expect him to ask this question.
"After all the tears and heartbreak I have given you, did you still hate me?" He asked. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes not replying to him. I can't. He waited for a while for me to answer which I never gave him as I lost my ability to speak.
When I couldn't answer, he sighed and mumbled, "Shouldn't have asked." I looked at him in ravage, wanting to know what happened to him in a heartbeat. He needs to treat his bipolarity.
"I don't know your answer, Ester but... You should hate me." He said and straightened his back. An empty smile came to his lips and shook his head.
"I haven't got all day for you. I am leaving for work."
"Take care.." I said, not meeting his gaze. He just nodded and left before saying,
"And yeah... We are going to a party tonight. Be ready."
"I don't want to." I said coldly.
"You need to go out, we are going."
I just stood there dumbfounded by what had just happened. I don't know whether I should be happy or not. Of course, this brief moment of affection cannot be compared to the endless terror I have felt. I sighed and began to look out again.
I decided to wear a black line gown. It's an off-shoulder gown with lace sleeves. Ever since our marriage, I felt so insecure about my scar. I am really scared about, if Desmond found out, How much he'll mock me. I let my long raven hairs fall on my back. I tried to pull the zipper of the dress but it stuck. I sighed and tied my hairs in a messy bun. I pulled the zipper and exhaled in relief.
"Why are you so late?" An angry Desmond entered. My eyes went wide. I quickly opened my hairs and let them fall on my back. But, It's too late. He saw my scar. I looked down and bit my lower lip in nervousness. I am ready to be mock. He, who is a flawless beauty, perfect features, with a perfect dominant personality and a perfect heart made of stone. I chewed on my lower lip. He walked towards me. He pushed the hairs aside and traced his fingers on the scar. I slightly tremble at his touch. His fingers are tracing my scar. I closed my eyes as I felt his hot breath on my shoulder.
"What a hideous scar.." He said in a low voice. I felt so heartbroken. I always believed that my husband would love it. I exhaled and slowly opened my eyes. His eyes are looking at me. His eyes are filled with sadness as well as a hint of anger. He gave me a nostalgic look. I don't get his look. It was beyond my understanding. We both looked at each other for a while. He then spoke up,
"Is that why you don't wear revealing clothes?" Without breaking the stare I replied to him,
"No, I just don't like them." He doesn't like my answer. He narrowed his eyes as he said,
"Then, why do you cover it?" He truly likes tormenting me. I looked away. He held my chin from behind and made me look at him. I looked at his reflection in the mirror as he looked at mine through the mirror.
"Look at me and answer." His voice was stern. He is getting annoyed. I closed my eyes and speak real quick,
"I am afraid that you will mock it" I blurted out. I slowly opened my eyes and met his gaze. He blinked as he got away. He buttoned his coat and said,
"You deserve that." he left as I let my hair fall on my back. His words never cease to tear my heart. I also left with him and walked behind him. His steps slowed down and so did mine. He stopped and he let out a sigh. He grabbed my elbow and pulled me to him.