CHAPTER III (part 3)
Sometimes the end of something is pointing you towards something in the future.
Narration by Him
This woman was sound asleep; my annoyance was on the edge, but so was my disappointment. I had done everything, or well, everything I know... Or well, everything my salary could afford... Okay... That's what I thought: "that I was going to melt Celeste."
Where did I go wrong? Was Celeste happy with less? I had never put in so much effort since we were dating.
I rest my head on the pillow next to Celeste, look at the ceiling, and I have so many questions. And for the first time I began to feel this frustration... Was I seriously losing her? I saw her there sideways, with her back to me; I felt that waking up again without seeing her face would be the worst-case scenario for me...
And I whispered: I seriously want to get inside this woman's mind! With my arm over her head. So many things going through my mind, I just wanted everything to be the same again... But I was confused: Did I want us to be those sweethearts again, or the always compliant wife? I didn't know what I wanted, but I wanted it immediately.
It was there that, upon closing my eyes, I only wanted to know that upon waking up there would be a chance for what I wanted to happen, even though I didn't know what it was.
Narration by Her
I was there, with my back to Him, pretending to be asleep, but listening and feeling everything, feeling his frustration, feeling his pain.
His whisper was full of affliction; I had never heard Zac with this tone of voice. He was confident, strong, the life of the party, but he never doubted that I would do anything wrong; I always doubted him, everything he did, but I never knew that he had done anything wrong. Upon hearing these words, I whispered:
--I also want you to know what I'm thinking; even though it's my refuge, I need you to know what's happening.
I just closed my eyes and this beautiful breeze blew through our window and I was finally able to sleep.