The Story Of Us

Cold Nights

Y/n's POV:

I stirred a little, feeling myself in a moving vehicle, in a very uncomfortable position. Groaning as i turn around, my head rolling to the side, my eyes are still close. I sighed in relief as soon as i found a comfortable position.

I felt a hand brushing the hair out of my face, a very familiar warm hand making me open my eyes immediately. The drunkness is still all over my body, frowning my eyebrows as i narrow my eyes trying to make out the figure infront of me.

Scarlett's POV:

"Hmm...'carlett?" She slurryly said with narrowed eyes.

I think first before saying yes, not wanting a very drunk woman, who i know fully, to lash out.

"Yes, it's me. Don't worry, im just bringing you to our house, you're very drunk, baby." I said softly and quickly. I saw her close her eyes, sighing exaggeratedly.

"Just bring me to my penthouse....please." She said in a straight tone.

Damn, how did she change her emotions quickly? She's just crying like a baby a minutes ago.

"A-are you sure? I mean, i can just bring you to our house, my love. We're already near at the house." I suggested, slowing down the car.

"No. If you don't want to, then just leave me here. I'd rather walk in the night alone and go back to my house, than to be with you." She snapped out, taking of the seatbelt.

That.... clearly broke my heart. Tears started to well up again, as i hear the sound of my heart shattering into pieces. I choked the slump on my throat, as i quickly wipe my eyes before the tears even fall out. Clearing my throat as i sit straight.

Well, it's either leave her here, and let her walk alone in the middle of the night, or just do what she wants. Ofcourse, i will rather do what she wants, even if i don't want it, than to leave her here by herself.

"No, i will. I'm gonna bring you there, don't worry. Just- please, don't leave. I'm gonna bring you there." I said quickly as i whisper the last sentence, stopping her from unbuckling.

I feel her eyes on me, making me look at her, but once she saw me looking at her, she just rolled her eyes, and turn the other way. I sigh and turn the other way, driving towards her penthouse instead. I was fighting my tears, using all the energy i have. I mean, for hours of crying at the house until the sun is out, and dealing with my drunk wife is really exhausting somehow.

So many things really happened today, am i right?

"You're tired, you can just drop me off of here, i'll just find a cab." She said out of nowhere, still not looking at me. I heard the care lacing through her voice, making my heart slightly smile.

"No, it's fine. I'm not that tired, don't worry. Plus, we're already near." I insisted.

"Whatever you say." She said tiredly, i can feel her eyes rolling. I just sigh and continue to drive.

Once we're near, i heard her phone go off, making me look at her for a second.

"Hi, liz." She said, still slightly slurring.

"No, im fine, don't worry. I'm on my way there now." She said.

"No, you don't have to, you can just wait up there."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say." She said, i can feel her smiling through her voice, making me look at her.

I feel the jealousy started to make it's way all over my body. Sitting up, straightening my posture as i grip tighter on the steering wheel.

Once the building of her penthouse can be seen, she sit up straight gathering her things. I just want to go straight and never stop driving just to be with her, to be this close with her. But, well, i can't control everything and anything.

As i slow down the car, nearly stopping, i saw Lizzie walking towards the car, with a worried look.

"Thanks, for picking me up." I heard Y/n say, making me look at her.

She has her stuffs in her hands already, unbuckling the belt that is around her. I want to hug her, and kiss her, even only in the cheeks, but i know, she'll be mad at me and will just push me away.

"It's- it's no problem, don't worry. Just next time, don't drink that much....please." I stated, worriedly. She just shrugged and open the door, getting out.

"Good bye, Scarlett. Have a good night." She said in a straight tone and face. I sent her a genuine smile, and before i can even answer her, the door is already slammed shut, making me sigh.

"Good night, my love." I whispered underneath my breath, as my eyes caught hers and Lizzie's figure, hugging.

Tears slipped out of my eyes, i sniff and look up, trying to stop more of the tears that wants to come out. Driving away from here to my house, with a heavy heart.

Once i got home, i immediately went to bed, not bothering to clean up. I tore off my clothes and shoes, and started sulking about my life. Tears started to pour out more, the sounds of my sob are all over the room, as my body shook in between.

How can i be this so fucking stupid?

How can i let the woman who keeps me going slip right out of my arms?

Why is this happening to us?

The bed feels more bigger than usual without her beside me, in my arms.

Hugging the pillow tightly, as i cried more. Repeatedly saying "im sorry" as if it will change anything, as if Y/n can hear me saying this.

What even has gotten into me that i treated her like that?

God, all the things i would do just so i can confidently call her mine again. All i want is her, the warmth of her touch, the softness of her lips, the feeling of her fingers brushing through my skin, the forehead kisses she always give me whenever im sad or stress.

The way she would pout adorably and cross her arms whenever i tease her about something, the way she would cuddle to me like a koala, not wanting to let go. The way she say my name cutely, the way she would call me her "wifey".

All i want is her to be in my arms again.

But, here i am.

In the middle of my room. In the pit of the dark. In the cold of the night.