❝ There are darknesses in life

and there are lights

and you

are one of the lights,

the light of all lights.❞

Evelyn

I woke up on a pillow different than the one I cuddle. It was more...broad and strong. It had arms?! Boom! My eyes opened and I found myself tangled with Felix Fucking Anderson. I let out an involuntary screech, waking him up.

"What the f-"

We were silent for a few seconds as we allowed the realisation to sink in. After some time, we whispered out our respective versions of 'oh'.

"Forgot you were married to me, huh?" He smirked his handsome smirk at me and I tried not to melt right then. His messy morning hair didn't seem to help.

"I wish I could forget that forever." I rolled my eyes, rotating the wedding ring. Then I realised how ugly I'd be looking in the morning so I rushed to the closet, arranged my change of clothes and rushed for a shower.

After taking a warm and relaxing shower, I decided to go for a casual outfit, straight black pants with a white shirt tucked in and some hoop ear rings. As I ran the brush through my red waves, Felix entered inside, his body covered in sweat.

"You look like you've been running for hours."

"I have." He took out a few shirts and black pants.

"Huh?"

"I went to the gym."

"The building has a gym?"

"You never knew?" He grinned and then made a stern face. "Now tell me, white shirt or blue shirt?"

He held the two shirts up at me, looking at me with expectant eyes and raised brows. I mentally thanked God because this was the first time he'd actually acknowledged the importance of my decision.

"White."

I muttered nonchalantly. Any colour would suit him, but white shirts just hug that body of his so well, and it shows off all those back muscles and his biceps. I was broken out of my trance by his stern voice.

"Blue it is." He kept the white shirt back in the cupboard.

"I said white."

"I know." He grinned.

"You're such a bitch to me, aren't you?" I squinted my eyes at him, ready to leave.

"You love it." He casually winked at me and left for the bathroom.

***

Felix

When I walked out after getting ready, she was nowhere to be seen. Assuming that she would be sitting in the living room, I left our bedroom and went outside. What I did not expect though, was to find her, in the kitchen with a coffee container in her hand.

"What are you doing?!"

"Minding my own business. Try it." She grinned.

"Can you for once not be sarcastic?"

"Give me a second..." She rested her forehead on her fingers, as if deep in thought. I knew what was coming, yet I kept my mouth shut. "No."

"Look, I can't let you cook in my house."

"Felix! It's just some coffee! What's the worst that could happen?"

"You could burn my house down?"

"Oh come on!" She whined and stomped her feet hard. For a second, I wondered if they had gotten me married to a dramatic five year old.

"No. You want something, just ask me. But I am not letting you in my kitchen."

"Fine then." She scoffed. "Make me some coffee."

"Oh, I'd love to." Placing my hands on her shoulders, I tried to push her out of the kitchen but she wouldn't budge. "What now?"

"My staying in the kitchen wouldn't burn it down, would it? At least let me sit here." She pouted those full lips and I tried not to let my gaze drift to them.

"Okay, fine. But be good, no touching here and there."

"Whatever." She flopped down on a stool and looked at me as I prepared the coffee. "Can we call Owen back now? I miss him."

"Ah...yes. I miss him too. Let's call my Mom." I took my mobile phone out, dialing a call to her and handed the phone to Evelyn. "Talk to her."

"You scared of her?" She snickered as I poured the coffee into our mugs.

"Nope." I sat on the stool next to her. "You do a better job convincing."

"Oh hello...Mom." Her voice turned surprisingly innocent. How I wish she could talk to me in a similar manner. "Can we please take Owen back?" She rolled her eyes at something. "Please...I-we miss him." Another eye roll. "I know! But please- Oh! Thank you...yes, he'll come to pick him up. Bye!"

"So?" I raised my eyes.

"You heard it. Go pick him up."

"No, what was with all those eye rolls?"

"Oh, that." Her cheeks flushed.

"Yes, that."

"Well, they are all together...our parents. Having a breakfast community or something. They'd started all the convincing."

"What convincing?"

"You know..." She squirmed deeper in the seat, her cheeks turning a crimson shade.

"What?"

"You, me-us. They were just talking about how we should 'spend time' alone and all that."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I'll-I'll go pick him up."

As I sat in the car on my way to pick Owen from my parents' home, I let my thoughts drift away...to the past.

Flashback

The sound of the boys wavered behind him as he pushed his way into the janitor's storage room. He felt exhausted, numb, downcast. He heaved an audible sigh as he finally closed the door behind him, entering his safe place in the dark.

As he sighed, he heard a squeak from the corner, the damned rodents. Counting his twelve steps, he found his way to the corner to sit...and think. However, what he hadn't expected was to find his feet coming in contact with something rather soft.

"Whoa-who's here?" He jumped back reflexly.

"It's me." A hushed and meek voice replied, barely recognisable.

"I'm sorry?"

"You aren't the janitor, are you?" The voice was trembling enough for him to realise that the girl was scared.

"No." He sat down close to the body, he was too exhausted to keep standing. "He comes here after the lunch break."

"Okay..."

"What's your name?" He found himself curious.

"Does it really matter?" The sad voice replied.

"Alright, if that's what you say." He shrugged and his shoulders grazed against hers, making her jump a bit. "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

And he didn't know why and how, but for an hour he told her everything-from his father's business loss and his disloyal friends-as she listened intently, just listened. Something he had wanted someone to do since ages. She didn't care to ask his name or who his friends were, she didn't judge. All she did was listen.

"What's your story?" He asked an hour later when they were surrounded by silence.

"Let's leave that for later, shall we?" Her voice was very sure, as if she totally knew that they would meet again-not even knowing who the other person was.

"How will I know we'll be meeting later?"

"Fate will know."

Saying that, she stood up and brushed her skirt. Without a goodbye, she went for the door and as his eyes adjusted to the light when he opened them, all he saw was a trail of red hair.

At lunch break, his eyes met Evelyn's. He wondered what dating her would be like.

Flashback ends

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