Isabella
Everything went from rays of sunshine to stormy evenings pretty quickly. Well after that argument, one I’m guilty of pushing Tristan away, things had gone really bad between us.
We no longer talked to each other, he no longer looked at me, he didn’t pay attention to me, and had completely ignored me. After the day I starved for almost an entire day only to go home alone. Tristan came back late Into the night and was quite drunk too.
I thought maybe we could talk in the morning and I could make him a hungover soup, but before I could get down for breakfast he was out of the house already.
Our conversation that day was nothing more than a monotonous response from him. We had a meeting and he barely looked at me and asked for me to do my job, instead, he got them done himself or requested to be aided by someone else.
So I decided the next day, I’d get up extra early and make sure not to miss him again. So I set my alarm and quickly got ready. It went on a good start and I caught him on the stairs for breakfast. Hoping he would come to the dining room with me, he walked straight to the hallway and off the front door, leaving the house on an empty stomach.
That was when I knew he wasn’t joking about giving me the space I requested. I tried to have a Zoom meeting and include him in it, but he told me to handle it like I was doing before and just give him the paperwork.
I was pissed off, in fact completely frustrated. I had tried to give him homemade breakfast, but the man instead ordered food to the office and told me I wasn’t allowed to cook anymore cause he had paid the staff at home to do it.
I had run out of ideas and the week had come to an end. It was the weekend and I could remember vividly how we hit the gym together unplanned and then ended the day with both of us in his bed having probably the best sleep of our life.
I had woken up this morning, feeling a bit euthanized but also ready to be all over Tristan’s face like he had done to me cause now all I could think about was him.
I brushed my teeth, quickly showered, and dressed up in a floral gown. Something simple but also pretty. I packed my hair with a bow band and applied some perfumes smelling really nice.
Call this whatever you want, but I am going to do it anyway. I worked out of my room and almost bumped into Rose who was here for the cleaning of my room..
“You look nice? What’s the special occasion?” She asked me, smiling brightly…
“Nothing, just playing dress up,” I told her and turned away from her. I walked to the kitchen and watched them cook because I couldn’t due to Tristan’s order, and even if I tried to go against Tristan’s order, he had already threatened he was going to fire any staff if I dared do their work, and I didn’t want to be the bad guy, who took their livelihood away from them.
“Can you put his in a tray,” I instructed once the food was ready. She organized his meal as I had instructed, and I picked up the tray carrying Tristan’s food and walked upstairs to his room.
I gave it a light knock and waited patiently for him to ask me to come in before I twisted the knob and pushed the door open gently.
He looked like he had just come out from the shower, with the way he stood there with his towel tied around his waist.
“Oh my God,” I shrieked and immediately turned around the moment I realized. I had captured the images of his abs on my head, and how wide his chest was.
“Please wear a shirt or something,” I said audible enough for him right hear.
“Isabella?” He sounded surprised like we didn’t leave together, but that would only be true if we even were on talking terms.
“What are you doing here?” He quickly asked without allowing me to answer him.
“I brought your breakfast,” I held on to the tray a little tighter, as I responded to him.
“Wasn’t there anybody else to do it? Why did you bring it up yourself?” He questioned in anger.
“Can I turn around now?” I asked instead but he went silent for a few seconds.
“You can turn around now,” He said and I was so glad to have changed the topic.
“Breakfast for the fine gentleman,” I giggled and dropped the tray on the table, but he didn’t laugh like I wanted, nor did he flinch at all at my comments.
“What is it, Isabella?” He immediately asked, and sat on his bed, wearing a pair of grey pants and a white shirt, looking so ordinary but yet so good-looking.
” What do you mean?” I responded to him, and opened his meal, placing a fork in front of him.
“What do you want?” He was dead serious as he repeated his question. He pressed his phone, not staring at me as he asked the question in such a way that said he didn’t care.
“Nothing?” I responded simply though that was a lie but he didn’t need to know that.
“Really? So you woke up and decided to be in my room serving me breakfast,” He raised his brows and finally took his face from the phone to stare at me but it was only briefly.
It wasn’t enough for him to notice I dressed up just because of him. Or I took extra care choosing which scent to wear today and what gloss to wear. He just flashed his face and took it away immediately, it didn’t linger, he didn’t notice me at all.
I felt my chest almost rip up from the hurt realizing that he had completely changed. He had gone back to his old self. I wondered where Tristan who wanted us to be friends had gone. And if I had completely ruined things even before it began?
“It’s the truth, I woke up and thought of being around you,” I responded and I could feel the tension in the air. He looked at me again, this time it started longer before he took his face away from me.
“A win,” I thought to myself, as a smile appeared on my lips.
“Do you want me to feed you,” I grabbed the fork from his hands in an attempt to help him eat.
“Feed me!” His voice had deepened as he pulled his hands away as if disgusted by my touch even though I had barely touched him.
“Are you crazy? What is going on Isabella?” He dropped his phone and glared at me waiting for an explanation as I cracked my brain thinking of it.
” There was no way I was going to tell him that he was stuck in my head and he was all I could think of throughout the day, even now,” I wasn’t going to say this out loud, as I didn’t know what this meant for me.
“I’m sorry,” I bite my lips, and said with my eyes shut. I didn’t know what else to say, but the truth was this was partially my fault and I did need to apologize.
“You’re sorry?” He asked confused, now finally staring at me. I opened my eyes and our eyes met each other for a minute. And God I didn’t know I had missed those brown eyes a lot.
“Yes. I’m sorry for what happened,” I told him nervously, unable to look at his eyes as I said those words. I heard a chuckle, I thought I heard a chuckle but when I raised my head to stare at him he was still glaring at him, confusing me.
“What happened, Isabel?” He crossed his legs, and his voice was finally calm.
I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me, pretending not to know, or maybe wanted me to say it myself. I didn’t know which trick he was playing or if this wasn’t a trick either.
Tristan left me confused. He confused me a lot.
“I. The talk… Office” My voice cracked, and he could barely hear me. His eyes were furrowed at me, trying to grasp what I was saying.
“Oh muffin,” he laughed, and my heart jumped the moment he called me that.
“Does this mean we are on good terms?” I thought excited staring at the small smile lines on his lips.
“Talk to me when you know your offense,” he stated, and swiftly picked up his phone completely ignoring my presence in the room.
“Butt,” I mumbled to myself completely crushed…
“Also, don’t make me fire any staff,” he stared at the food grimaced, and turned in the other direction, leaving me sitting on the floor dumbfounded.
“Tristan,” I called out his name.
“Please Isabel, I’d like to get some work done, thank you,” He dismissed me leaving my heart crushed.
“God! What do I do now?” I managed to get on my feet, staring at him in sadness as I left his room, defeated.
I sluggishly walked to my room, my chest hurt as I rubbed it finding it hard to breathe. I rushed to the window and sat down there when my eyes saw the car he had bought for me and I felt like I was being punished.
I was being punished by him, by the universe. My life was a mess, and Tristan was trying to be my daylight, but I ruined that too. And right now I feel more suffocated without him. I thought and dried my eyes, leaving the window…