“Ahhh!” I screamed internally.
This silence was too much to bear.
Okay. Maybe it had been silent since the starting of the journey.
But it wasn’t awkward silence.
“Erm…about what Lorla said just now…” I attempted to start a conversation.
That was lame, and I regretted my words immediately it was out of my mouth.
“It’s nothing.” He answered emotionless, successfully shutting my mouth.
So much for attempting to start a conversation, I sighed.

I stepped out of the toilet smelling of rose and cherry blossom, drying my hair.
“You still use the same shampoo?” I heard a deep low whisper.
I jumped up in shock, and turned to the voice.
“It’s me. Sorry if I startled you.” The voice said as Arron walked up in front of me.
We both stared at each other in silence, when he finally said, “Go dry your hair. Come down after that, dinner’s ready.”
Then he turned towards the staircase.
“You remember.” I said, barely louder than a whisper.
My heart was pounding loudly, I wonder if he could hear it.
“Of course.” Came the reply, as he stepped out the room.
I stared at where he was minutes ago, 
my mouth slowly forming a smile.
“He remembers. He cares.” I mumbled.
It was as if there was some meaning to my life again,
it was like the feeling of a flower blossoming after years.
But then the scene of our breakup came into my mind abruptly,
as if reminding me of reality, successfully shaking me out of my sweet reminiscence,
sending my heart a deep, sharp blow.
I shook my head to clear my mind.
Then I went down to the dining room.

“Chelsea. You really should eat more.” Arron’s motherly mom said as she put some vegetables into my bowl.
“Thank you.” I smiled sheepishly.
“When are you giving me a grandson?” She finally approached the question.
“Err...” I couldn’t answer her, could I?
What’d you expect me to say? That it’s all a show. Made specially for her?
“We will. When the time is right.” Arron replied, making it seem so real.
And then I felt someone grab my hand.
I almost shrieked, until I recognize the warmth and feeling of it.
He interlocked his hands in mine, as if to prove his point.
This is really getting out of hand, if he continues with his charade,
I really am afraid I’ll fall in love with him…
I looked up, and my eyes met his.
His eyes was still the brown that I had once grown accustomed to.
I saw myself in his eyes, and…and nothing else.
I searched for the love he once had for me in his eyes,
but in replace, was hatred.
He hated me.
And so do I.
Although I really wasn’t really sure what I was feeling right now.
But he hates me, doesn’t he?
Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he?
I ate my rice in silence, when a small piece of steak landed on my plate.
“It’s your favourite.” He said.
And then he whispered, only to me, “Please be more co-operative.”
Ahh…charade.
What else could there be?
And what else do I want?
I hated him, didn’t I?
I hated him for disgracing me in public,
for running away with Lorla the next day we broke up.
For cheating my feelings, for not trusting me.
I do loathe him, don’t I?
Yes, I do.
He broke my perfect life,
he made me cry.
He broke my heart a second time, even after he knew my hurtful love life past.
But why did my heart feel empty without his existence?
Why is it so contradicting?
I felt for my right hand that he held.
Charade.
Everything here was just a charade.
Everything was simply a mistake to begin with.
I looked up, and he smiled my favourite smile,
sending butterflies in my stomach, jolting my heart awake.
Why is so, that he could capture my heart still after all these that he’s done to me?

Because I love him.

Three simple words,
yet it contained so much depth to it.
I couldn't stand it anymore.
“I’m full.” I finally say.
Letting go of my right hand, I left the dining room.
The room full of fakeness, unreality.

 “Forget about him, what isn’t meant to be yours, won’t be yours.”