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.He runs his hand through his hair in frustration.“What’s wrong Coral?” He barks.I sigh inwardly.Why is he asking about furniture shopping, when he knows I have work this afternoon, unless…Joyce has already told him? Then I think maybe Tristan has told Joyce about staying over and thinking back on it, she wants me to spend more time with Tristan.“Did you ask Joyce to give me the day off?” I question, my eyes narrowed.Tristan instantly looks guilty.“You did!” I screech.“Tristan,” I scold.“You shouldn’t have done that.” I add, feeling agitated that I am losing all sense of control.“It wasn’t like that,” he tells me sheepishly.“Really? Enlighten me Tristan, how exactly was it?” I growl – I’m so pissed at him.“Coral, it was very innocent, we got talking and I told her that.well, we seem to be really getting along and that you’re going to spend some time at the house with me this weekend.She knows I’m going back Wednesday’ – Tristan sighs heavily – ‘I told her about your offer to help me find some furniture, she thought it was a nice gesture, so she offered to give you the afternoon off so we could – “Ok, I’ve heard enough.” I snap – I have to get away from him.I stomp my way up the stairs.When I get to my bedroom I plonk myself down on my bed and close my eyes, trying to work out why I’m feeling so pissed about it.Is it because I feel as though my life is being planned for me? That I’m losing control? Or am I just annoyed about it all? I wanted to go back to work.I like having that sense of normality, routine, and for the first time ever it’s been taken away from me – without my approval!I hear the bottom stair creak.“Can I come up?” His voice sounds torn.How can I deny him?“Sure.” I open my eyes and sit cross legged on my bed.Tristan runs up the stairs, then tentatively walks the couple of steps needed to be next to me, and hesitantly sits down.His face is as white as a ghost; he looks lost, torn.“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.“I thought that you would like it, spending more time with me, and so did Joyce.”“It’s not that,” I grumble.“Then what is it?” He softly asks.“I just.don’t I get a say?” I gripe.“I.I thought’ – “Tristan,” I lean in closer to him, I need him to understand.“I like my routine, having a stable job to go to everyday gives me a sense of purpose.And with all the madness that goes on in my head, for that to just be stripped away from me without any say’ – “That’s what it feels like to you?” he interrupts.“Yes,” I whisper in exasperation.“Most people would love being given time off’– “Don’t,” I tell him.“Don’t go there, I’ve already told you I’m not like other people.”“So you don’t want to spend more time with me?” He questions.“It’s not about that!” I shout.“Don’t you get it? I crave control Tristan and having this job gives me that.Having two people I thought cared about me conniving behind my back so I can’t go to work feels like entrapment to me.” I bellow running my hands through my hair in frustration.“I.I didn’t know you felt that way.” He says, frowning at the floor.“That’s because you didn’t ask!” I shout, my temper getting the better of me.“I think I should go.” Tristan says standing up sharply.I almost go to agree with him, it’s my chance to let him go, but something deep within me tugs at my heart,.It feels like it’s being crushed again – by the steel hand.“Tristan,” I whisper, instantly regretting my little rant.“Please stay.”“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he tells me.Shit! What have I done? I don’t want him to leave! I scramble to my feet, stand in front of him and tug on his hand.“Please, don’t go,” I beg leaning my forehead against his chest.“I.I’ll tell you more,” I barter.“More?” He questions.“Yeah.a-about me,” I stutter.“You don’t need to do that Coral.I just thought you’d be happy to spend more time with me, that’s all.” I look up at his face, I can see I’ve hurt him – Damn it!“I do want to spend more time with you.It’s just.it would have been better being done a different way, that’s all.Like Joyce actually asking me instead of telling me.” I say throwing my hands in the air.“Do you have a problem with authority?” He titters lightly.I smile back at him.“Yeah I kind of do,” I say.“Bet you were a real pain in the ass as a teenager,” he says taking my face in his hands and running his thumbs across my cheekbone.“You have no idea!” I chuckle lightly, Tristan joins in.“So are we shopping?” He asks playfully.“Yes.” I beam, reeling at the thought of helping him furnish his house.“Ok [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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