Sharing Without Caring

As Raj pushed the door open, Lylah slipped past him, her irritation palpable.

She fell into the sofa as her head rested between her palms.

This was utterly a nightmare for her. A nightmare she desperately wished she could wake up from.

"Ly, check out the rooms and choose one", Raj offered.

"Don't call me that", Lylah rolled her eyes.

She rose, snatched her luggage from his grip.

"What's your problem?", Raj yelled.

Lylah abruptly turned, nostrils flaring. Her vision blurred as her lips wobbled up and down.

"What's my problem?, what's my problem?", She mumbled the latter.

"Are you really asking me this?", she yelled in addition.

"You are my problem", Lylah cried, pointing her index finger at Raj.

"I hate that I have to see you every single day. And I also hate the fact that I'm stuck with you for this whole week in some stupid suite", She threw her hands up.

Raj's face darkened, his eyes narrowing as he took a step closer to Lylah. "So that's how you feel, huh?" he spat, his voice low and venomous.

"You think I wanted to spend a week with you in this suite? You think I'm enjoying this?"

Lylah stood her ground, her eyes flashing with anger. "I don't care what you want or don't want, Raj. What I care about is getting through this week without losing my mind."

The air was thick with tension as the two glared at each other. The suite, which seemed luxurious and inviting just , only felt suffocating and claustrophobic to the duo.

Suddenly, Lylah's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She hesitated for a moment before snatching it up and answering the call.

"Hey, Mom," she said, her voice tight with emotion.

Raj's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back, his expression softening slightly. "Lylah, maybe we should—"

But Lylah held up a hand, silencing him. "I need to take this," she said, her eyes flashing with warning.

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving Raj standing alone in the suite.

Raj watched Lylah walk away, still feeling a surge of anger and frustration. He couldn't believe she was being so unreasonable and dramatic.

"Why was he even surprised?", he thought.

This was Lylah for Christ sake. The same girl that got mad because he played too often.

Same girl that got mad because he was too close to another girl, same girl that couldn't check her temper because he gave his stuff to girls or he was holding another girl's hand bag.

Yeah, Lylah was that level of dramatic.

As he stood there, he heard Lylah's voice rise and fall as she spoke to her mom. He didn't care what she was saying; he was still fuming from her behavior.

Maybe for once he needed to let her know all that he felt too. After all, he was also human.

"Lylah", Raj whispered as he saw her approach.

Lylah's gaze pinned him down, making him bite his lips.

"Can we just talk things over?", he asked rather politely.

"There's nothing to talk about", Lylah curtly replied.

Lylah sauntered past him grabbing her luggage in the process.

"Ly!", Raj exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist.

"Let go of me"

Lylah tried to free her wrist.

"Come on, Lylah, can't we just put the past behind us and move on?" Raj asked, his voice laced with exasperation.

Lylah's eyes flashed with anger.

"You think it's that easy, Raj? You think you can just waltz back into my life and expect me to forgive and forget?"

Raj shrugged.

"Why not? You're clearly still hung up on me. Maybe if you just admitted your feelings, we could—"

Lylah's face turned red with rage.

"How dare you," she spat.

She threw soft punches against his chest, ready to go all cold turkey on her old love.

"You think I'm still hung up on you? You're the one who cheated me, who broke my heart into a million pieces."

"You made me believe in you so much that it blinded me, ignored everything I didn't like about you, for what?"

Raj's expression turned smug.

"Ah, come on, Lylah. That was just a mistake. I was young and stupid."

Lylah's eyes widened in outrage.

"A mistake? You call destroying our relationship and breaking my trust a mistake?"

Raj shrugged again.

"I didn't mean to hurt you and besides, it's not my fault you're indecisive", Raj mumbled.

Lylah yanked her wrist free.

That was the final straw. Lylah's face twisted in anger, and she pointed a shaking finger at the door.

"Get out," she screamed. "Get out of my suite and out of my life. I never want to see you again, I hate you."

Raj's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. He smirked at Lylah.

"Your suite?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You always hate me and yet, you never wanted to fumble this dick. You was crying because it's over"

"Your peanut dick ain't shit so get out", Lylah cussed.

"I'll give you space for a while, but remember it's our suite so don't think this is the last you've seen of me."

And with that, he walked out of the suite, leaving Lylah shaking with rage and hurt.

She just couldn't believe she had ignored all the signs before.

Or maybe it was just stupid of her to think he was just testing her all this time.

Meanwhile it was just his true colors starting to show.

If there was one thing she hated about herself so much right now, it was the fact that she was so indecisive.

She needed to change and she would.