It's been two weeks and my mind still won't stop wandering to what Hugo said.
I don't believe in love.
He had some nerve messing around with me and thinking I would be casual about it. God, I wish I didn't have to marry him but the defeat I'll face when I turn thirty and my parents cross their arms and give me a look of pity. I would rather die.
I placed cellotape on the last box and gave my hands a dust-off. Chelsea decided she's going to move in with Seb since their relationship recently blossomed into sex. I did not need all the details about that but I did decide to pack my things as well since I'll most likely move out to be with Hugo.
Sulphur moved in with Chelsea since I don't think Hugo will be too fascinated by the idea of a pet. The thought of a cat shedding their fur and him loosing his shit was way too funny to imagine.
She already got dropped off at Sebastian's yesterday. "That's all, right?" Chelsea snapped me out of my thoughts and brought me back to Earth. "Yeah, I think so." I helped her remove the dust off her back, only God knows how it got there.
"This feels so weird, going to live with people we love." Her hair bounced and her smile screamed happiness. I wish I could do the same, but no, I have to think about what I have to say to Hugo when he tries talking to me. As if on cue, my phone pinged with a notification.
Seb: Are you guys done? I've sent the movers for C's things.
You: Yeah, just cleaning up.
It felt weird indeed. Hugo texted me three days ago. No pictures, no information, just an address and day.
"Ari, Are you sure this is what you want? You don't have to let your parents pressure you like this, You and Tsar barely speak..." Worry made her smile dim and her eyes darken. "I'm sure, and we text frequently, I'll survive, I know I will." All of those were lies. This was the worst decision I've ever made in my life.
The movers for Chelsea eventually arrived and took her things. We changed into more appropriate outfits and decided to go for a drink to celebrate our new move in. I didn't consider it as a celebration though but the drinks were amazing. From cocktails to ciders to whiskey to beers, I really did just want to enjoy tonight as it might be the only night I'll feel... free.
It was currently midnight and I could feel the drunkenness in my veins, the feeling made me ooze out confidence but not enough to make me dance on the table naked.
Chelsea was pretty drunk too and Sebastian was somewhat sober. He constantly asked me to drink water but I declined every time. "Aristo, drink water," He sounded angry, his eyebrows lowered as he spoke. His curly hair was being admired by Chelsea and his glasses were on her face.
"You don't have anyone to take you to Mr. Kaiser's house. Chelsea has me to take her." He shoved the glass of water towards me. I sighed and drank the water, the taste of something so plain made my mouth taste bitter. "I do have someone to take me home." I pulled out my phone and texted Hugo.
You: Hugo.
My phone pinged almost instantly.
Asshole: Where are you?
You: Why, it's not like you carw about mr
Asshole: Interesting spelling.
You: SHUF UP
I couldn't see my keyboard clearly nor think of I'm writing anything correctly. I was drunk, tired and stressed.
Asshole: Are you drunk? Where are you?
I told him the bar I was at and he said he was on his way. "He's on his way, I'll go to the seats outdoors so he can see me." I said. Seb offered to wait for me but Achaea didn't want him to go. I decided to leave the bar and wait outside for him. My vision was hazy and I tried my best not to stagger all over the place.
I missed the step and as I fell, my leg passed by a plant pot and cut my thigh. I couldn't stand up and the bleeding was excessive, no one was outside since it was a chilly night which meant bad luck really was on my side. My cargo pants were drenched in blood, and my felt my vision get murky and hazy. I quickly took off my jacket and pressed down on the wound.
My cheeks were stained with pain filled tears but that didn't matter. What mattered was that I got these stupid tears that were being held in my tear ducts to finally get out. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, my tears staining my palms and my breaths getting quicker and drier.
I cried over the fact I've most probably ruined my life, deciding to marry a guy who doesn't even believe in the prospect of love, didn't he learn that when he was younger? Good God. The bleeding got worse and the crying made myself feel weaker faster.
I heard a car screech in front of me on the side of the road. A broad, well-dressed man came out of the door but everything became blurry again when he asked "Are you okay?" With more concern than necessary.
No, I was far from okay. My thigh was throbbing, my life is ruined and my parents aren't even the comforting ones I had just a few years ago. That time feels like a fever dream and I hate it so much.
I got pulled back into reality when the car door slammed and I was placed on the posh leather seat under me. I wiped my tears since I didn't want to cry in front of Hugo but that ship already sailed.
"Are you okay?" He repeated, sounding softer this time.
"I'm fine." I tugged the seatbelt for protection then stared out the window. "You didn't seem very okay considering you're loosing blood. Jesus, and fast. We have to get that treated now." He took his phone out of the pocket and called someone to help. "Can't we just go to the hospital?" I said when he finished his call.
"We'll only go if it's deadly." Are you serious? I scoffed and stared out the window again and felt the blood trickle down to the bottom of my thigh. I pressed my thigh down tighter to increase the pressure which made me wince. I didn't want to look like I was in lots of pain — which I was — but I must have failed because Hugo increased the speed.
We reached the house and I was in awe. Fuck my thigh injury, this place is wow. The house contained two basic colors, black and beige , but they mixed so well together. It gave a sense of serenity that I thoroughly enjoyed. There were flowers almost everywhere, my favourite ones too.
Dahlias.
"How did you know I liked these flowers?" I side-eyed him. "I didn't, I guessed." He smiled while we got out of the car.
"Let me help you—"
"I'm. Fine."
"You're about to split your other thigh open."
I was, I could barely walk in my drunken state much more with this thigh. I used him as a crutch and it was almost insulting how much he crouched down only to still be taller.
Once we stepped inside, there was a man who seemed extremely familiar, almost as if—
"Julian?? Why are you here?" I squinted my eyes at him while he yawned. I met Julian at Polly and Nate's wedding, we hit it off almost instantly.
He was gorgeous no doubt with piercing blue eyes and the purest blond hair with a number moles on his face.
I won't lie, I did have a small crush on him. He's not married yet and I am getting married so it would be weird, I guess. "I told you I majored in medicine in high school and Hugo didn't think you would trust anyone else to take care of you." He yawned again and got the first aid pack from the table.
