Love Me Slowly, Lose Me Gently

When I got out of the shower, I saw Scott sitting on the bed. He was smoking a cigarette with a complicated look on his face.

When he saw me, he quickly stubbed out the cigarette. "I'm sorry about the cake. Don't be mad, okay?" he said sincerely.

Saying nothing, I walked past him and went to the vanity to dry my hair.

"Let me help you."

Like a kid who'd done something wrong, he was desperately trying to make things up to me.

"There's no need for that," I said coldly. My eyebrows were pulled together in a frown.

Pursing his lips, Scott retreated to a corner, not daring to say a word.

Through the mirror, I could see how helpless he looked. Yet, it didn't trigger a flicker of emotion within me.

"Jennie, I feel like you've changed a lot. In the past, whenever I unfriended you, you would always add me back. But this time, not only did you not add me back, but you won't even accept my friend request."

Feeling the awkward tension in the air, he decided to change the subject.

I paused for a moment, suddenly feeling tears prick my eyes.

It was true. For the past ten years, I'd been the one to back down first in every argument. All Scott had ever done was wait for me to beg him for forgiveness.

I thought that so long as my love was sincere enough, I'd be able to melt his stone-cold heart one day.

I only realized how laughable I was when Margot appeared.

It wasn't that Scott never backed down; he just never backed down to me.

If Margot was ever upset about something, Scott would take the blame and think of ways to cheer her up.

When I didn't respond, Scott took my phone and keyed in a familiar PIN. However, he failed to unlock it.

"Did you change your password? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted some personal space, so I changed it," I replied indifferently.

I saw how Scott's expression turned panicked when he heard that. Frowning, he continued, "We're going to be husband and wife soon; is there really a need for personal space between us?

"I won't allow this. Change your password back now."

I chuckled. Wasn't he the first one to bring up having personal space?

Worried that I'd secretly read his chats with Margot, he had purposely changed his password without telling me.

He'd tried to play it off by saying, "We're adults now. What's wrong with having some personal space?"

So how could he get upset when I did the same thing?

I was too tired to deal with him any longer. I took my phone back and lay down on the bed.

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

Truly exhausted, I fell asleep within minutes.

As I drifted between sleep and consciousness, I felt someone hug me from behind.

A familiar voice reached my ears. "Jennie, I really like you. Don't leave me, alright?"

Frowning uncomfortably, I freed myself from his embrace.