Livy
A wave of relief and excitement wash all over me as I heard the one voice I have longed to hear all afternoon. He’s here, at last he’s finally here.
I looked up to see his face, it was a bit shadowed with the poor lighting at the door were he stood.
I saw the surprise look on the officer’s face by Markian’s sudden confession of our relationship because, the officer froze for few seconds before recollecting his thoughts.
He then saluted a sternly-looking man also in uniform but with lots of decorations on it. He
walked into the room with Markian and by the looks of how respected the man was, I figured he’s the Chief of Police.
Only heaven knows just how much I want to run to Markian and have him wrap me with those firm arms of his that had carried me up to our hotel room that night of the party.
But I can’t do that. No matter how much I miss him and long to hug him, to feel comfort in his arms, none of that would ever happen.
Sometimes, I tend to forget my situation and dare to dream. The man standing right in front of me has made it clear that I’m far from his league, so how dare I?
I feel embarrassed and shamefaced letting him see me in such a situation, but most of all I was disappointed. He seemed perfect fine, I mean he looks ok so why is he just coming here now?
I knew right from the start that I meant little or nothing to him, but I tried. I try to make him see me as different from what he assumed I am and this feeling of constant defeat, uncertainty and rejection is starting to tear me apart slowly.
Talk about walking on thin ice, this entire honeymoon have been one gigantic cluster of horrible experience after another.
I can’t even manage 2weeks of vacation with this man, how would I possibly be able to manage a lifetime of marriage to him?
He ordered everyone out, just the both of us remained in the room. But like a fool, I’m still finding it hard to take my eyes off him as he moved effortlessly towards me and sat opposite me.
Now he’s in front of me, I could see his face clearly and it melted my heart to see just how stressed out he looked. What the hell has he been up to?
He asked me tiredly to sit down, and I obeyed. I felt my whole body jump in excitement as he moved his hand to hold mine. Suddenly, every single negative emotion I was feeling towards him disappeared.
His hands were tender on my skin, as he rubbed his thumbs over my fingers comfortingly. He just sat there staring straight at me with concern in his eyes that get me swayed every time I look into them.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes…” I answered nodding, but soon started shaking my head in protest when I realized I was lying.
Maybe it was my exhaustion or maybe my frustration, but I just had to tell him the truth as to relief the heaviness on my chest.
“Actually, I’m not… alright. I was cuffed, dragged to the station, I’ve been yelled at constantly since I got here which was a really long time ago. Still… all I could think about was you.” I confessed shamelessly.
He wasn’t angry or surprised by my outburst, he just held my hands, still stroking them gently with his thumb as he stared at me with apologetic eyes.
Ok, this is too much. Why isn’t he saying anything? I was becoming more frustrated and was about to ask him what kept him so long, but I held myself.
Relax Livy, take everything under consideration first and don’t over react.
I recalled what Felicity has told me about Markian being a devoted partner and spouse. For her to have known him like that, they must have been very close and whether or not they dated in the past, she was still an important person in his life.
He must be just as sad as Felicity’s family are for their loss and needs comforting too. But here I was being so insensitive.
I took his hands in mine and stroke them gently just as he had done mine. I looked at his now surprise face to my sudden action as I gave a long sigh, letting go of all my frustration with it.
“I’m so sorry- about everything. You must be hurting about Felicity’s death because she was an important person in your life. I didn’t mean to be insensitive to your pain and I’m very sorry for your loss.” I sympathized holding back the tears that were about to scour my face at the thought of Markian being in pain.
“I need to get you out of here, but you have to tell me everything that happened, starting from the night of the party.” he ordered calmly.
I was embarrassed now thinking aback to my actions that night at the party, and telling Markian all I had felt that night would probably be suicide.
But he want to know, not the officer or Daniel, so I have to let him know everything. After all he came here for me.