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" Why the hell would you want to know how long I've known Basil?" I asked as I poured more milk into my oatmeal. I always preferred brown sugar to white sugar, but I was suspiciously looking at Hunter that I didn't know when I used the white sugar instead of the brown one. “ Shit, now look what you made me do”. “ And what is it that I made you do?” He wasn't pissed, but his eyebrows were raised inquisitively. I sighed, seeing that it would be a hassle to start explaining to him that I didn't like the white sugar that I had mistakenly put while questioning him. “ Nevermind. Back to the question. Why would you want to know how long I've known Basil?” I stirred the oatmeal, hoping that I could manage it with the white sugar in it. “ No apparent reason. I was just curious”. “ Well, I've known him since senior high, that should be about right years now or so”. “ Okay. Do you have any idea if he has an issue, something psychological?” “ None that I can think of, but why wou

Have you ever felt as if you fell from space, right into the middle of the Pacific Ocean? Like you were gasping for air and suddenly you have enough of it, enough that it might kill you? I mean, given the fact that each atom of oxygen in the ocean is bonded with two atoms of hydrogen making the hydrogen concentration higher than the oxygen level which can in fact kill you if time is not taken. All in all, I'm just trying to say that I felt flabbergasted, bewildered at what the handsome jerk standing before me had said. I felt scared too. Not because I was guilty of the charges he was pressing against me; although partially I was. Given the fact that I was mentally ready to have a romantic relationship with Basil no matter how inappropriate it might seem, yes, I was partially guilty, and I wasn't sorry for that. Besides, I personally permitted only myself to cheat in that hellhole we called marriage, but for some reason I was scared that he, Hazel, might be broken hearted. I was

Hazel's POV I carried Hunter in a bridal style out of the house and into the car. The butler had helped me with the car door, if not, I would've dutifully dropped him there on the floor with how angry I was. He had done a good job in trying to get my parents to love him, and quite frankly he succeeded. But just a sip of the wine he had brought had sent him into immediate drunken state, making him falter like a sleepy big baby. I laid him down on the backseat, deciding not to trouble myself with putting on the seatbelt for him, and then slowly drove home because I also took a glass of the wine. As we got home, I carried him out of the car in the same bridal style. I found it hard to insert the door passcode but after several frustrating attempts, I finally did, and I took him inside. He wasn't that heavy, not at all, but with the prolonged time that I had to carry him, be was starting to get heavy. While climbing the he staircase, I unintentionally bumped his head on the w

Hunter's POV “ You don't need to worry about anything, he's totally fine”, Basil said over the phone, after informing me that my husband left on a business trip without even bothering to let me know. “ Who said I was worried about him? Please, I wasn't. Anyway, thanks for informing me”, I said, sounding a little bit shaken up. “ Will you be alright on your own?” He asked out of the blue. “ Of course. Why wouldn't I be?” I said, even though I was fully aware that I wouldn't be. Not that I was afraid of being alone in the house, I just had the feeling of wanting someone to be around. “ I don't know, it just feels as if you'd prefer company”. “ That's so thoughtful of you, but not to worry, I'll be fine”. “ Okay, if you say so. Good night”, he said and I instantly wished I hadn't said that I'll be fine alone. Couldn't he just insist on coming over? Must be be a gentleman in everything? “ Good night”, I said, cutting the call and almost slapping myself for my stupidity.

Back then in middle school, I was always happy to go to school. In fact, I was one of those kids who would probably advocate for extending school days to Saturdays and Sundays - that was just how much I loved going to school. Not because of anything special, but just because of the fact that going to school created a routine for me, and I loved having a routine. I knew that I had to wake up and prepare for school, I had to attend that class and that class, I had to do my assignments after school, study a little, have a good time with dad when he gets back from work, and eventually fall asleep in his arms, only to resume the same routine the next day, and I loved that. But on that faithful day, I was more than happy to get to school, all because I knew that I was going to meet Hazel. I remembered how we had kissed and just the mere thought of it was blowing my mind away. “ Why are you smiling instead of eating?” Dad asked, helping me realize that I was behaving like a patie