Song: All falls down by Alan Walker
What's the trick? I wish I knew
I'm so done with thinking through all the things I could've been
And I know you want me, too
All it takes is that one look at you and I run right back to you
You cross that line and it's time to say F you
What's the point in saying that when you know how I'll react?
You think you can just take it back, but shit just don't work like that
You're the drug that I'm addicted to, and I want you so bad
Guess I'm stuck with you, and that's that
'Cause when it all falls down, then whatever
When it don't work out for the better
If it just ain't right, and it's time to say goodbye
When it all falls down, when it all falls down
I'll be fine
I'll be fine
You're the drug that I'm addicted to
And I want you so bad, but I'll be fine
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HANNAH'S POV
I opened the door which was already unlocked and entered the house in a daze. What just happened?
Was he kissing another girl while I stood there when it's only been some hours that we got married?
I know it's not a love marriage or he's not someone I wanted to marry and probably he didn't want to get married to me either, I understand that. Yet we did get married and he has no right to disrespect me like that. So far all he's done is ignore me like I'm some plague, those hateful stares that constantly blame me, not a single word spoken to me. Unlike me I can't believe he was 'tricked' into it; he seems far too smart for that. So why would he behave like that when he agreed to this marriage? Why would he kiss another girl right in front of me? What is he trying to prove exactly?
I'm not hurt or maybe I am but I'm definitely angry. I know we're not an ordinary couple but this behavior is unacceptable. You just can't kiss another girl in front of your newly wedded bride and even I know that. And to make the matters worse, he left with that girl in the same car we just came leaving me behind as if I wasn't here. He just left me outside the house all alone on my own. Haven't you gotten used to it? you know, people leaving you on your own all alone?
This is all too much. We've just got married and all the drama that I wanted to avoid has unveiled over me all at once. This is why I never wanted to get married.
What am I supposed to do now? Where does all this leave me in this relationship if you can call it that?
And here I tried to wrap my mind around the idea of being married but I can clearly see what it'll be like for the next two years. An infidel husband who can't think better of me, who ignores me like I don't exist, doesn't look at me doesn't talk to me and what can I do about it? Absolutely freaking nothing. Why? Because as per the contract neither of us can break the marriage before two years.
Two whole years, I mean how is that even going to work? We can't even stand being in the same room without killing each other with our death stares.
What have you done to me dad, what did I do to deserve this?
Am I supposed to be okay with this and close my eyes like all of this isn't happening or am I supposed to confront him about it? But confront him about what? It's not like he owes me an explanation, or does he?
Urgh! This is all so frustrating.
My mind is such a jumble of thoughts that I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings but when I did, I was again reminded that what a magnificent house it is. One thing is for sure, the guy has a flair for style. Everything just looks so perfect and elegant. The living room where I am standing right now has a muted yet shiny wooden floor and the only colors, I've seen so far are grey, white and brown. The wooden floor is then followed by three steps of stairs that lead to the sitting area. A light and dark grey colored big sectional floor level sofa occupying a sufficient space and along with another larger sofa placed opposite the former. Two small center tables are stylishly placed to give an artsy look. The dark grey carpet on the floor looks so soft that it feels like stepping on a cloud and losing your feet in it.
A huge LCD screen that's occupying almost the whole of the right-sided wall and besides that a ceiling to floor glass door and windows that give you a sneak peek into the magnificent lawn. A geometric chandelier that looks nothing like the ones I've seen in my life is hanging, casting a soft light. A dark wooden half sectional wall erected proudly in the middle of the room and a modern electric fireplace with a settee in front, hiding what I assume is a kitchen at the back, and from where I'm standing, I think that's a dining table and a bar right next to it. Looking straight, there's a corridor that I believe leads to the other rooms that this huge house has, and next to it are stairs that a leading to the upper floor that I'm sure will be a delight to my eyes.
This place is exactly what you get to see in the Hollywood lifestyle magazines. Too good to be true, a place right out of your fantasy.
Yet somehow, I was no longer in the mood for it.
Woah! What did you just say, Hans? You... not in the mood to explore the interior? Well, that's a first.
I guess I really am tired.
Tired or hurt?
Urgh, shut up you, inner me. Anyways never mind.
I started moving from my statue state and sat on the sectional sofa. I looked all around feeling so out of this place. You must be thinking that if I'm rich too then why does this place mesmerize me so much. Well, simply because I'm not as rich as he is. Sure, I had a great house and all the luxuries but it was never too extravagant.
We had a moderate size house, not too big not too small, just perfect for three... two people. But in front of this house, you can tell that my hou... my father's house is nothing like that of some billionaire. And that's because we're not billionaires.
Still, that house had all the warmth and love one can ask for, it was a place that's been my home up until now. That homey feeling that makes you feel at ease.
But I can tell this house is not. It feels empty and cold and foreign to me. It lacks a feeling of home, it's not a place you want to go to after a long day at work, a place that welcomes you and is your safe haven. It seems that no one lives here, an isolated house that makes a great feature for your business profile. It has all the luxuries but it lacks peace and comfort.
The night is getting darker and darker with each passing minute. The outside is pitch black and not a single soul present besides me. And it scares me. what am I to do now, should I wait for him? Is he even coming back? I've always been scared of living alone, it frightens me.
It's already past 10 PM, I doubt he's coming back.
I realized that I'm hungry when my stomach started growling. I had a little to no breakfast this morning and I haven't eaten anything since then. Getting up to search for some food I stepped it an exquisite Italian-styled kitchen. Everything in sight is made of stainless steel and polished within an inch of its existence, so much that you might want to think twice before you step inside.
My stomach growled once again and this time louder than before, reminding me of the reason I came here in the first place. I opened the fridge and was shocked to see it fully stocked. I say shocked because that's an awfully stocked fridge for a place that seems like anyone hardly lives here.
Once I satisfied my hunger with a frozen pizza due to my exceptional cooking skills, I was practically exhausted by the time I was done eating. Not knowing which room to go to or where all my stuff was, and moreover respecting someone's privacy to not roam around his house, I stayed in the living room where I was before. I know I'm supposed to feel at home because now I'm married and it is my house too now, but I don't. Everything here feels so foreign to even touch. None of this is mine, it all belongs to him and it always will.
Putting my feet on the sofa with my ball gown still on me, I slipped into another one of my uncomfortable sleep.