Chapter 36

It was not only irritating to be in the same room as him but also infuriating. Everytime I saw his face, an image of him kissing Isadora haunted me. I was pissed at him, and maybe more at me because of being so affected by them kissing. It shouldn't have mattered. It simply shouldn't!

I shouldn't have been feeling this way. The feeling of having tears almost clog your gut, the feeling where your body could topple over at any moment, the feeling where gravity wins and your heart lunges into the abyss. It wasn't heartbreak but at the same time I wouldn't say my heart was okay, that I was okay.

"You can take the bed, I'll take the couch,"he said the moment we stepped into the room.

It was better that way, the room itself looked exquisite with a king sized bed downing the room, paintings of the countryside hung around, curtains pure white and light, and the breeze from the balcony, so rich that I could smell the fresh earth. I dropped my bags on the floor, wandering off to the bathroom.