Be Our Rose

How Could You

3 weeks later
Rose's POV

I was sitting ever so peaceful on the couch when Fernando and Leonardo entered the house. They had just come back from work, and I greeted them, but only Fernando greeted me back.

"Hello Leonardo,"

I looked up at him, and he glared at me.

"Can't you hear me? Do you need me to repeat myself even louder?"

"Hi Rose,"

He finally responded and sat beside me while Fernando stood beside the couch.

I could see that something really upset Leonardo today. So I stood up and walked around the couch to the back behind Leonardo.

I started massaging his shoulders, and he seemed to relax a bit.

"What's got you in such a bad mood today?"

"Nothing."

He said.

"Aw, come on, Leonardo, you can tell me, I won't judge."

I said, playfully.

"Well, I don't want to tell you, AND GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!"

He hit one of my hands off his shoulder, stood up, and turned to face me.

"I didn't mean to make you even more angry."

I said in a low tone, which seemed to make him angrier.

"Well, you did, 'mother Teresa'."

Leonardo said in a sarcastic way.

"I'm s..."

"Can't you keep quiet for 1 second?"

He interrupted my apology, and I didn't say a word back, I just stared at him and blinked twice.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO ACT LIKE A BABY? I HATE IT AND I HATE..."

"LEONARDO!"

Fernando interrupted him. Leonardo glared at Fernando, then back at me before storming off.

"Was he about to say he hates me?"

I looked at Fernando.

"Of course not."

Fernando reassured me.

I stared up at the stairs, not sure how to feel.
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It has been 4 days, and Leonardo is still avoiding me.

His been sleeping in the guest room.
Bathing in that guest room.
He glares at me each time he sees me.

His not even eating the food that I make for him and Fernando.

He literally looks at the food and makes himself a cup of coffee or pours himself a glass of water and then walks back to the guest room without making any eye contact with the person in the kitchen, AKA me.

Each time, he glared at me.
Each time, he didn't respond to me when I greeted or tried to talk to him.
Each time, he slammed the door at my face when I tried to talk to him.

It felt like little cracks were developing in my heart.
Like my heart was weathering away.
Like I would burst into tears at any time.

Well, today I had enough, I was going to confront him, no matter what.

I entered his room and closed the door behind me.

I found him sitting on his bed.

I walked a bit closer to him until he turned his head and glared at me. I stopped in my tracks, and I glared back at him.