Adrian’s POVI was Apathetic growing up. There seemed to be a few things that could grab my interest, even fewer that could keep it.I was more disinterested in people. My mother often told me to make friends. Lots of them. That I’d be able to talk to them and share my thoughts, feel belonged. I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe that I needed so many people to feel among. Humans were very fickle. Everyone who ever approached me secretly wanted something from me. It disgusted me. I did meet someone who satisfied me. Just enough but that relationship collapsed shortly after.I believe that, at some point, I was a bit lonely. Carl Jung once said: “Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views that other people find inadmissible.”I don’t understand what that was supposed to mean.I had only ever met 2 people who deviated from this pattern.My only friend. Tom Harr
Alexandra’s POV Adrian and I spent our first day as a married couple at the hotel suite. We lounged around in silence. A comfortable one. When it was late at night, bed time, I finally dragged my lazy limbs towards the bedroom. Adrian followed behind me. I stopped. He stopped. I gave him a judgmental look. He raised a questioning brow in response. “What’re you doing?” I asked. Folding my arms. “Going to bed.” He replied flatly. “Where?” I squinted at him. “There.” He pointed towards the bedroom with a matter-of-fact look. “No, you’re not.” I deadpanned. Although we slept together last night, I wasn’t going to let it happen again. “And why not?” “Because I’m sleeping there.” “Darling, the bed is very big. It will fitu Adrian, but I wasn’t convinced. “But still, I do not feel comfort-“ I hadn’t even finished my sentence before Adrian walked past me and into the room. “Hey!” I walked after him. “We’re going on a honeymoon soon, we’re going to have to get used to sleeping to
Alexandra’s POVBizarre situations are led by bizarre people. Katrina was definitely the most bizarre person here.Her thoughts and actions always deviated from normalcy. I once took her to the hospital to check her brain. Apparently she was fine. Just a little strange that’s all.I always had to expect the unexpected when it came to her. Her crackheadness was out of this world.Who knew when and how she had fixed her hair up and put on light makeup. But she had. The rose that she currently shoved in Tom Harris’s face, I didn’t even want to know where she had got it from.When it came to love and relationships, Katrina had a free approach to it, if she liked you she would tell you and immediately start a chase_ a very persistent one.She had her boundaries too. Like if the other person was already in a relationship. She wouldn’t push it. She was always getting dumped.But she was a very fickle person and she was quite fine with that.“What in the world? Where did she get that?” I hea
Adrian’s POVI have been happy lately. My days, as of date, seemed much better as they filled me with happiness and anticipation.Happiness from previous event’s. Anticipation for new happy situations.Alexandra wasn’t exactly affectionate. If anything she was the opposite, she did not want a bit of affection from me. She would flare up whenever I teased her, adorable.She had a weird sense of entitlement. I did the cooking at home. She went along with it and made weird demands for dinner. Sometimes she didn’t care and her only requirements were that…….I keep my caviar away from her sight. She loved to repeatedly draw attention to my taste. Ordinarily, I would not allow anyone to make fun of it like that. But I really could not bear to be angry at her.At night we cuddled, although she wouldn’t admit it, she liked them. I had a very shy wife. She would cover up her embarrassment by changing the topic or ignoring me. Lately I have been trying to shorten the distance between us with my
Adrian POVWhen I was young, I thought nothing would be worse than losing my kitten, but then I lost the bid at my first auction.And then I thought nothing would be worse than that, but then I started to fight a war against myself. A silent one.Yet again, I thought, nothing could possibly be worse than that. Life proved me wrong. I suddenly lost my wife.And even that wasn’t the end.If you’re wondering, what could possibly be worse than losing my wife?Maybe nothing?I don’t think I have ever wanted to know, but fate was just cruel.The sounds and noises from the rally amplified the emerging ringing in my ear. The feeling I hadn’t had for such a long time was finally back in full force. A vortex-like hole was beginning to form in my chest.I wondered if I had heard Katrina wrong or if maybe it was a trick.The deep sinking feeling in my gut said otherwise.“What do you mean she’s gone?” My voice went deep, as it was dripping with hostility. I knew Katrina did nothing wrong, but my
Adrian’s POV“It is not as serious as it looks. There are bruises on both her wrist and ankles. So she was most likely tied up. And a laceration on her back, which caused the bleeding. It might leave a scar but not too ghastly. She lost a bit of blood but not too much to make her anemic. With a few weeks of rest, she’ll be fine.” The doctor said while flipping through the medical records in his hand. He quirked his glasses as he gave an analysis. He glanced at me for a moment. I sat on a chair which was placed beside the hospital bed of the private room. “If she is fine, why hasn’t she woke up yet? You did a brain scan, right? And it turned up clean? So what’s the problem?” I asked grimly. I still could not get the idea out of my head. I stared at my still trembling hands. My hands trembled as I rushed to raise Alexandra into my arms when I saw her bleeding, passed out on the bed. They trembled then and they never stopped. My mind was in shambles. I constantly wondered what I had d
Alexandra’s POVAt some point in my life, I realized I had it easy. Like really easy. Because there were things that I did, places that I went to, people that I talked to, that normal people didn’t usually have such experiences under their belt.Maybe I had it easy then, maybe now, it was time for the repercussions. I did nothing wrong, or, at least, I believe I didn’t. But maybe I did. I must have done so many unconscious wrongs. And now, it’s time to write to them.~“How long has she been out?” Huh? Who is that?“Not too long, she will be up soon.”Who? Me? Where am I?A sharp pain shot through my head and I groaned. My eyes fluttered open. Or at least I tried to open them. I failed the first time, as the first glimpse of light almost blinded me. Or maybe it did.“It Seems she’s coming.” A soft and pleasant voice said.I tried to open my eyes again. I could this time, barely. So I wasn’t blind. Good I thought …that was until I could see and I finally noticed that I was tied up. My
Alexandra’s P.O.VAdrian stared at me for a while, as if he couldn’t understand what I was saying. He looked back at the doctor that just came in and asked him: “Are you sure the brain scan came out normal?”I frowned. The doctor nodded before coming up to me to give me a basic check up. After the check up, he left.“So you are fine. Well, at least, mentally there is nothing wrong. Or is it because you just woke up from a coma?” Adrian asked me immediately and the doctor stepped out.“No. Nothing is wrong with me.” My voice was hoarse, Adrian handed me a glass of water. I chugged it down.“Then? Why did you suddenly bring up a divorce? Regardless of the reason, you can’t. You are in this till the day we die, or, well I die but you get the point? We can’t get a divorce.” He said sternly. I figured.I remained silent for a bit. Adrian calmly waited for me to speak. But when I finally spoke our worlds collided.“What happened to you?-”“What happened while I was out?-“We stared at eac