Forcibly married to the person whom rejected me

XXIII

I examine every step he takes, every movement he does from getting out of the bathroom till he was sitting on the bed, back facing me, drying his dark luscious hair.

I thought of it, i thought about the divorce.

But, my mind kept getting lost in the curiosity that I own, in the need to feel like I somehow may belong here. That this is my fate, my destiny.

"Oliver.." I whisper. "What?" His cold mask never takes long to settle back. It's as if something or someone had placed it there for a very long time, that it melted in to his face, hiding his true self behind those tight walls. "Back then...what happened?" I ask hesitantly. I look at him as he turns around, looking at me coldly, no traces of emotions. "what happened?", he scoffs but then he turns back around and stands walking to the bathroom, completing his sentence, "even if something happened, it's never your business, peasant".

I keep my wandering eyes on him as he comes out again. "I'm your wife...Oliver. Address me with that" I try to remind him, to remind myself, for I at times forget that I'm supposed to be happy in my marriage, and some little things keep reminding me. He stands still in his place, eyes cutting its way in to mines. "And since when do you give me orders?" He asks a rhetorical question. I look down at my fingers and play with them, i couldn't help but stay quite. He's right? Whom am I? Whom am I to give orders, I'm just a peasant to him, to everyone. I don't think that will ever change.

I feel the blanket of the bed rustle as he gets under it. I look at his back, and I try so hard to hold back the tears in me. He sits up all of a sudden, turns around to me, holds my face in his palm, and says "doesn't mean if we hugged, that I forgive you, or that I love you. At the end I mentioned 'I tried to love you', I never said I succeeded. I never said i worked hard to succeed in doing so". He lets go of my face and goes back to his devils house.

I sat there in shock, in disbelief, in pure horror. And i couldn't help but shed out some tears, silent as a storm gets before it makes its appearance. The demon in me needed to take action, it needed, it wasn't my choice. And I didn't feel myself until I was already pulling Oliver over, making him face my miserable face, my shattered heart that I keep putting back together. "Listen here Oliver! I don't know what you went through when you were a child, or what you lost, but you have no right! ..No, you have no right to make my life miserable, no rig-ht at -all.." I burst out in tears, to the point I couldn't hear my thoughts, my thoughts weren't speaking to me anymore.

"Sleep" is all I heard before I felt Oliver laying me down and covering me with the soft silky blanket. I look at him for the last time and the brutal words of his, never gave warnings before they appeared.

"quit being a drama queen".

He has no heart, no heart at all.

Oliver Quill's pov

I lay down and look up at the high ceiling. I was awake to the sound of her soft sobs, fading away yet so slowly. The guilty feeling in my heart takes over me, but I could never let her know. I look at my side and I heard the soft whimpers no more, like her soul left her body and her eyes went blind, seeing the black painting her life painted for her, seeing the black painting I painted for her.

I can't let you know, you will just break more.

I shift the weight of the world and I look at her back, innocent as a child. "I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't stop thinking of her.." I whisper, hoping that maybe, and only maybe, she hears it and gets over it in her dreams. Hoping she wakes up and realizes I'm not right for her. That she deserves more.

More..but, not Edward.

Elizabeth's pov

I wake up to the light weighted bed, that shared its pain with I. Never have I thought, he would want to share it with me. "Elizabeth? Are your alright?" I heard Caroline's voice as she enters the room. I try to move swiftly but she catches up to me, sits on the bed and holds my weak hands.

"Oh! Don't you worry, princess. I'm fine" I faked it, I faked my happiness once again, to paste this beautiful smile on her angelic face. However, it never appeared. "Darling, you missed breakfast today" Caroline whispers. I gulp down the bricks laying between my throat and it's gate, "it's nothing really. You mustn't worry yourself" I say; but, this time sadness covered my voice.

I feel the silent pity Caroline was sharing, and I hated it for a moment. "What's bothering you Elizabeth?" She asked. I look at her, eyes as worried as a mother who's looking for a lost child, and I for once could see myself in her. I could see a broken girl, running away from everything around her.

"Is it Oliver?" She continues. The tears in me are fighting my power to keep them bottled in, the pain in me tries to tear my skin apart to reveal itself. I nod ever so slowly just to feel the warm salty tear drawing parallel lines down my cheeks. Refreshing as it could get, as warm as her immediate embrace could melt the ice bricks in me and in this hell I am living. "It's alright, it's alright honey.." she pats my back as I drench her shoulder with tears.

........

It's been a while now since I left it all out. It's been a while now since I truly feel good. It's been a while now and princess Caroline never left my side.

I see her as she makes her way towards me, smiling as bright as a lonely star. I smile truthfully to her as she sits facing me. "I think..it's time that you know..".

A sigh follows, and so opens the door of the other dimension.