“Starting today, my husband and I will come
here and live with you, and we’ll take care of
you.”
“You can’t say no. No and no and no.”
She was serious and honest, and her bright attitude made it easy to like her.
And it was no wonder why Jake would like her.
I looked at him and he stared at me and his
eyes were like a stranger.
And even if he was like a stranger.
I liked his warmth, even if it wasn’t mine.
As long as I could see him, just a day, a
minute, or a second.
I didn’t know if I was following Ashley’s heart,
or if it was my own.
I let them live in my house.
This house was going to be me and Jake’s wedding house.
After he went missing, I decorated the house
the way he liked, and everything was his style.
Ashley’s eyes widened. “Wow, your style is really weird. It is so dark. It is a lot of
pressure.
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“It is black and gray and there are no colors.”
Because my world has no light.
I quietly said, “Because my fiance likes it, I
did it the way he likes it.”
Ashley said, “You have to have your own mind
and don’t follow him. My husband follows my
style, and it is warm. I make him sleep on pink
style, and it is warm. I make him sleep on pink sheets.”
I lowered my head, and remembered we just
moved in, I liked pink and all the sheets, and cups and brushes were pink.
And even his underwear was pink, but he never wore it.
He would sleep on the floor instead of the
bed, and I had to change it before he could sleep on the bed.
I froze and like a masochist, I asked.
“Does he sleep on the floor?”
Ashley laughed and looked at Jake, “Does he
dare?”
Jake looked embarrassed and patted her
head, and stopped her.
“What is it about sleeping on pink sheets. If your fiance sleeps on the floor, he just doesn’t love you. After all the years you have been looking for him.”
After a while, I agreed with her.
“You are right.”
“He might not love me.”
