Whenever we both had miscommunications and arguments, I would tremble in fear whatever happened to our relationship, then made me think twice and spoke to him the next day.
And I remembered he would embrace and kiss me after I made up to show that he didn't mind our past arguments.
We have been like that since we started dating. It wasn't new to us and we got used to it.
He changed how I feel. I did what he wanted, like a puppet on strings. Who made me the first one to fall in love?
A week ago, Hendrix sent me a screenshot of the movie ticket and told me, [Look! This is the premiere you've been looking forward to. Maybe we can go together and watch it on Valentine's Day.]
That was his sign of making up.
Once he knew what I liked, it made me very on cloud nine. But now, I only feel calm and tired inside.
However, I still dared to reply, [Alright. See you then.]
As usual, I found myself getting up because of that person again.
I remember to eat but not to fight. With that in mind, I couldn't help but laugh aloud.
Tears slowly escaped my eyes and I slowly wiped them with my hands. Since I was alone, I bought a new movie ticket and popcorn and walked inside the cinema. I wanted to enjoy the movie alone to the fullest.
When the movie was done, I was satisfied and returned home. There, I packed my luggage and went to bed earlier than usual. In a daze, I heard the door open.
Later, I could feel his presence. I sat on the bed, holding myself in his arms and acting playfully.
"Stella, are you asleep?" He suddenly asked me.
Upon hearing his voice, I felt annoyed, so I had to open my eyes and reply coldly, "You had woken me up even if you know I'm asleep. You should not have."
She continued, "Why didn't you just let me sleep first and won't wake up? Besides, we can still talk tomorrow."
Hendrix only smiled and replied, "Stella, I am hungry. I want to eat some fish soup you made."
It annoyed me when someone woke me up, even if they knew I was asleep.
Well, Hendrix was busy with work, I knew and had a lot of social engagements. I am terrified he would drink and eat things that would hurt his stomach. Every time he went out to socialize, I would prepare his favorite fish soup and wait for him to come home, despite how late he was.
But at that moment, I did not want to do it at all.
"If you are hungry, you better find something to eat in the fridge," I told Hendrix coldly.