Chapter 50: Walls that have been built.

                                    

                                          
Caden
                          
I strolled into the house aimlessly and was about taking my first step onto the staircase when I heard sounds. I followed it and almost into the living room, I could see shadows. It only made me more curious so I hastened my steps in. Once at the door, I stood still for a moment as I behold the unexpected in front of me.
                          
Step by step, I strode in and shifted my eyes from the wide screen to the man on the sofa.
                          
"Are you watching a movie?" I asked quite perplexed.
                          
He barely looked up to me.
                          
"I couldn't concentrate on work so... I took up your suggestion."
                          
"Really!?" I couldn't help the excitement and yet disbelief that laced in my voice.
                          
"Would... would you like to join me?" His question set me on another zone of surprise. 
                          
Steadily, a smile drew on my face. He does listen after all.
                          
"Yes." I replied and just as I was about to have my seat, my attire reminded me that I'd just gotten back.
                          
"I'll be back. I need to change to something much more comfortable." Having said that, I hurried my way out of the living room and up the stairs.
                          
Blayze
                          
I was nervous. We sat on the same sofa and she wasn't afraid to laugh or smile when needed. She made herself comfortable with her legs up on the sofa as well. It would seem I was the only nervous one. 
                          
I tried. I really tried to concentrate on the movie but I couldn't. I didn't even know the name. I made one of the maids turn on the television and play a nice movie. I neither asked for the name nor the plot. I just needed her to find me and know that I was letting her do what she wanted. 
                          
I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Once our eyes met, she stretched out the bowl of popcorn to me.
                          
"Want some?"
                          
I shook my head nearly right away and she shrugged her shoulders as she withdrew it.
                          
Sooner than I expected, silence followed. She was neither smiling nor laughing. Her eyes were open, seemingly glued to the television but there was no longer a reaction. I couldn't help but wonder if the comedy aspect of the movie was done with.
                          
For a while, she really did nothing. I felt tempted to ask her if she was alright but I just couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to physically care.
                          
"What do you think is in store for us in the next two years?" Suddenly, she asked and watched as she turned her eyes to me.
                          
Next two years... I'd never given it a thought.
                          
"Do you think... there could be more to our relationship?"
                          
I was silent. Honestly, I didn't have a reply to her question. I didn't know if I should.
                          
I lowered my eyes away from her.
                          
"I don't know. I don't like to... think so."
                          
Mentally, I shut my eyes. Everything was perfect right now but I wasn't sure if I was ready to try something new. I had no evidence to believe something good could come out from relationships.
                          
"I see." Her words came out rather low that I'm forced to look up to her. She'd already looked away.
                          
"I'm tired. I'm going to bed... Goodnight." She stated as she got up to her feet and without sparing me a glance, she turned away.
                          
I fell in turmoil. My hands on my lap folded into a tight fist. I felt the need to go after her but... I couldn't quite explain it, there was just a but. I felt completely helpless.
                          
Caden
                          
In silence and in the darkness of the room, I wept nonstop. Carefully, I sat up and fixated my gaze on the door. Why isn't he here yet? 
                          
A sigh left my lips. As ridiculous as it might sound, I desperately wished he would have followed me or at least shown interest. Once again, I was wrong.
                          
I wiped my face. I hate being this way. I'd always told myself that I would never cry over a man and yet I was doing so. I was changing into this person that I'm not. I hate being at the mercy of my feelings. I'm different. I'm strong willed. I don't want to weep over a one-sided love for the rest of my life.
                          
Sitting up, my gaze never left the door, my heart yearned for him to walk in. I needed a confirmation. Please.
                          
Blayze
                          
Delicately, my eyes fluttered open. For a moment, my surroundings felt unfamiliar but as I managed to sit up, everything became clear. I was still in the living room. I must have fallen asleep amidst all my thoughts. I was able to make it up on my feet and only after a few steps did I realise something different. My ankle was getting better and walking got easier. It felt good to know that.
                          
Right outside the door to the room, I felt frozen. A part of me felt I must have upset her somehow last night but the other part felt this was safer. I was at a safe distance. Regardless, it would be too much of me to believe that she could actually like me back. I haven't exactly been prince charming. She would have to be a saint to like me.
                          
I hesitated more than ever in regards to taking hold of the door knob and going in.
                          
Why am I being this way? This is my home.
                          
Drawing in enough courage, I took hold of the knob and pushed open. Upon walking in, there was no sight of her. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and she walked out quite dressed up. I couldn't help but wonder if she was stepping out like yesterday.
                          
"Good morning." She greeted with a simple smile, a little unexpected for me.
                          
For some reason, I believed she was upset. Clearly my words had no effect on her and she was her usual self.
                          
Her eyes went down to my ankle.
                          
"You seem better. Great. Very soon you'll be back to your usual routine." She added in a cheer and I could only give a light nod before making my way further into the room.
                          
"Take a shower and I'll get your breakfast."
                          
Before I could take a look at her, she was on her way out of the room faster than lightning.
                          
Strangely, I felt uncomfortable. Perhaps, it's because I was disappointed in the fact that she might really be okay with everything. I should be, right? I mean, I do want everything to remain the way as it is. I don't want any changes.
                          
For a moment, at the dining table, I stared at the perfectly fried eggs, sausages and toasted bread on my plate. A nice cup of coffee sat alongside it.
                          
"You made these?" I had to ask without looking up to her.
                          
"Yes, though it took some time. I had help. I hope you like it." She explained and I couldn't help looking up to her. A warm and simple smile played on her face and yet, a strange sadness laid in her eyes. Not wanting to overthink, I looked away and decided to eat up my breakfast.
                          
For a while, silence hung in the air.
                          
"Aren't you eating?" I asked as I met her face once more. She gently shook her head.
                          
"I'm not hungry." She stated with a strange sadness. It worried me and I couldn't stop myself from placing a hand on her forehead to feel her temperature.
                          
"Are you ill?" Only when the question left my lips and our eyes met did I realise the puddle I'd put myself in.
                          
Gradually, I withdrew my hand as I looked away. I heard a sigh on her part.
                          
"I need to tell you something." She started and I could barely steady my eyes on her but hers were lowered. Awkward tension hung in the air.
                          
Suddenly, she raised her eyes to me.
                          
"I want a divorce."