ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ

                                    

                                          
18 
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"You're stronger than this. You can survive anything."  
I tried to convince myself.
We had returned from the wedding function a few hours ago, back to Yaseen's mansion. It was more awkward than I thought it would be. I didn't think of it much, showering to freshen up before bed, changing into nothing but a shirt of his which was decently oversized for me.
Though, we barely said goodnight before he left to his bedroom and I rushed to the guest room where I'd been staying whilst he was on his trip to Egypt. 
It's not surprising I mean, just because we got married officially doesn't mean that we should expect the other to act like a real spouse. Not when this was a sham wedding. But now it's well past midnight and thunder is crackling from the skies, and I'm not sure whether I have the confidence to go knocking on his door again. 
I don't know where I pulled it from yesterday, but clearly it was a one time thing only.
I never let myself recover from my fear of thunder, I didn't quite want to. Leo stood by my side as I recovered from each of my scars but this one, I allowed it to remain. It always gave me an excuse to ask my mother for comfort, she made sure to leave Viktor and sleep in my bed whenever thunderstorms were forecasted. They were my favourite nights. She would spend them playing with my hair to distract me from the thunder. 
Not knowing her husband was the reason I was afraid of thunder in the first place. The noise of thunder echoed in the back when Viktor assaulted me. I could never forget it. 
I walked around the room, trying to block out the noise but it was suffocating. I decided to head to the kitchen to get some water, but I didn't realise how clearly the pouring rain could be seen from the downstairs windows. 
I jump when I feel someone's presence, grabbing a knife as I assume someone must have broken in during the dead of the night. We had no shortage of enemies. 
My grip around the knife is weak, I don't even understand why my hands tremble. I was better than this. But before I know it, I'm hyperventilating. 
I am nothing but a girl they ruined.
The knife drops to the floor when the figure steps closer, nothing but a shadow in the darkness. Finally when he steps forward into the moonlight, his face is visible. I release a sigh of relief.
I didn't waste a second before running into his embrace. He didn't hesitate to hold me tightly. 
"It's okay trouble, I'm right here," Yaseen ran his hand down the back of my head to comfort me. I recover so easily when he is there. 
"Let's go," he muttered softly, pulling me towards his room. I stand in awe when he opens the door. The bed has petals scattered across it with a large string of flowers decorating the headboard and so many lights.
"This is adorable," I admire the new decoration of Yaseen's bedroom. It's the traditional type decor for a newly wedded couples bedroom. 
"I wanted to make it as close as possible, to all your childhood wedding fantasies," Yaseen awkwardly said as he shut the door behind us.