Outburst

Selene flinched in shock, and she unconsciously took four steps back. Her back is against the bookshelf.

"What's wrong, Lewie?" she asked gently, her voice barely out like a whisper.

"What do you think you are doing? huhh!! Going through my stuff" Lewie's face darkened as he looked at the photo she held in her hands

"I was just trying to........"She tried explaining, but her voice faded when she noticed how angry Lewie was with her.

Without waiting for her to complete her sentence, Lewie dashed forward, dragged the photo out of her hands and trashed it in the nearest trash bucket in the study.

"Don't you dare touch my things again, without my consent, " he snapped at her. His finger pointed at her, his voice loud and void of emotion.

"I Never meant to........."

Lewie, who wasn't giving her any listening ear, interrupted her.

" Can you leave here now!?" He asked in a low forced voice that sounded harsh.

"Can I explain?" Selene pleaded, her eyes holding emotions.

Lewie grabbed her wrists tightly, giving her a slight bruise and pushed her out of his study.

Selene tried to enter the room, but the door slammed shut in her face, and the sound echoed through the hallway.

Selene froze in shock, she regained herself instantly and held the doorknob twisting it desperately.

"Lewie! Please open the door" she called and knocked at the door. But with a call and knock, silence answered her.

Realisation crept in slowly like air, when she had almost exhausted her strength, knocking on the door.

Lewie has no intention of opening the door.

With the last strength she could muster, she knocked on the door slowly. "Lewie, I'm sorry", she apologised again for the tenth time, her head bowed down, her shoulder leaning softly against the door.

Like someone had been pulled by a force, Selene dragged her feet back to her room, but she never stopped looking back, hoping he would open up.

The wall stood as her pillar of support as she held onto it tightly.

Standing on her doorstep, Selene stood indecisive.

Was she to go inside? Or should she wait for him to come out?

Staring at her door blankly, she pushed the door open, dragged her feet inside. There she was welcomed with silence; she felt no warmth but a void.

Seeking comfort, she walked and rolled all over her room. Finally, she found comfort at the edge of her bed.

She could still hear the words Lewie yelled at her echoing nonstop in her ear.

The way Lewie looked at her when he saw her holding the photo, was something she couldn't get off her mind. It wasn't anger. I was in pain, a pain hidden so well in his eyes that it ignited to rage.

Her hands clutched the nearby pillow to her chest, her head ached due to thinking, she wanted to sleep, but she couldn't.

She questioned whether they bond, the shared kisses? They promise he made to her? The memories they shared? Were they real?.

Slowly, she questioned herself, "Was I wrong going through his stuff? Did I overstep my boundary? Did he love me, or am I a substitute for her? Who is she?".

Her thoughts moved in different directions. She concluded to explain things tomorrow.

Her eyes fixed on the wall clock, counting each passing second to the next day.

While her eyes stared at the clock, slowly she felt her eyelid closing. Her hands still clutched the pillow tight to her chest, as she slept off.

Four hours later, Selene jumped off the bed in a hurry, her heart beating so fast that she gasped for breath. Her eyes looked at the clock as she checked the time.

"Pheeeew!" She breathes out.

She thought she had overslept and missed making breakfast for Lewie.

Last night she decided to make what she called a reconciliation breakfast for Lewie.

She headed to the kitchen, put on her apron, rolled up her sleeves, and focused her eyes as she placed all the ingredients needed to make Lewie's favourite dishes.

Making beef Wellington is time-consuming and complicated, but she wanted to do it. Lewie would see that she is sincere.

Hours passed, the kitchen was filled with a sweet aroma, but her arm and finger were sore.

She dished Lewie's food out and gently placed it on the tray, then she placed a written note "I'm sorry, I understand you don't like people going through your stuff. I apologise" beside the dish.

She tried practising how to talk to Lewie, but none of it felt real; there was no emotion to the apologies. She decided to let her emotions lead.

Selene took a deep breath, tidied herself up and left the kitchen. She noticed Lewie descending from the room.

With her face full of smiles, Selene walked towards Lewie.

"Good morning! How was your night?" She asked.

Lewie stopped where he was, he looked at her and continued descending.

"I made your favourite dishes today, wouldn't you want to have a taste of them?" She asked nervously.

Lewie gave no reply, but acted like no one spoke to him.

" I spend so much time, energy and love in making this dish, are you not going to have a taste of it? I even cut my finger while making it. Her hands gripped the tray tightly, uncertainty of what Lewie would answer filled her mind.

"I can't remember asking you to make a dish for me, next time ask me if I would love to eat it before making it" Lewie answered coldly, crossed Selene and walked to the fridge.

Lewie grabbed a table water, and took a long sip before trashing out the can.

Selene still stood on the stairs, staring at him. He walked past Selene, their shoulders collided together, and he continued walking without looking back.

Selene struggled to balance herself with the food in her hands, she let the food fall while trying to hold onto something.

But she couldn't stop herself from falling; suddenly, a masculine hand held her from falling.