"Robert, I've made it easy for you, don't push it too far!"
I replied wearily, "Ariana, I'm not upset, I just want to sleep. Tomorrow will be hectic."
She got out of bed, quickly dressed, and made more noise.
I glanced at her and said, "It's late, let's not argue anymore. If there's something, we'll talk tomorrow."
Ariana glared at me. "No more talking, no more issues!
"If you won't look at me in your favorite Balenciaga stockings, someone else will!"
With that, she stormed out.
I thought, "Someone else?
Matt?"
In the past, I would have gone mad.
My beloved was wearing the sexiest stockings and going to meet her ex-boyfriend, whom she cared so much about. Who dared to continue imagining that?
But now, I felt nothing.
Why?
Oh, I didn't love anymore.
That was how it was.
I drifted off to sleep without any hindrance.
However, not long after I fell asleep, my phone rang. I glanced at it; it was Ariana calling.
I had to answer, and Matt's voice was on the other end. "Robert, what's wrong with Ariana? She drank herself silly, I left without my phone, keys, or wallet, and now we're stuck at a hotel unable to pay. Do you know her payment password?"
"It's her birthday," I replied before hanging up.
I thought, "So, do they end up getting a room?"
