ADDAMS

I woke up and realized Whitney wasn't yet back from the moment shopping, I walked through the home, to see if everything was alright with the maid.

If they did their work as they should have. I spent almost three hours in this senseless posture, I was tired, and I thought she would be back home after this moment.

I walked around the estate and everything was in apple-pie order as always.

In the garden, leaving my torso exposed to the blowing wind on my flesh, I saw Whitney's crossing the gate, and she parked the car.

I walked forward, welcoming her coming back.
She came out of the vehicle, and I was waiting for her outside with my hand wide open for a hug.

She didn't respond as agreeably as I expected to my welcome, she wanted to, but it seemed as if something stopped her.

"I hoped you will appreciate them, I think they will fit you," she said giving me a pack of stuff she bought for me.

She didn't hug me as I waited, she didn't, she left me like that, her personality was changing from minutes to minutes.

An hour before she was laughing and the next hour she was angry, pissing me off.
I sighed and held her hand.

"What is the problem now?" I questioned.

"Have you bought a new perfume?" I added a question before she could respond to the first one I previously asked, I was stopped by this scent, I couldn't stop inhaling it.

She had a different scent on her dresses, it wasn't the one she usually had.

"It is the one I bought today," She said putting out the small tube from her handbag.

"What put you out of your mood?" I demanded.

"Nothing I am just exhausted" She replied, coming out of my hold, and she went.

She left me there, with no more words, I knew her mom's death would be difficult to deal with, but it affected her more than I would have ever guessed.

She was no more the Whitney I knew, nor the one I first met. The one, I could read the love behind this little carapace of harshness, she tried to show.

Presently, the love she felt was shadowed by a gloomy sentiment she was struggling to hide, and the way she tried to disguise it, was the scary part. It connoted nothing good.

I entered the living room and unpacked the gift she offered me, It was a diamond watch, a Rolex watch, one of my favorites.

It wasn't all, she also bought a pair of brogue, this one would match my suit.

I appreciated the gift and I climbed the stairs to thank her, I was patient I wanted to give her time to manage the sentiment her mother's departure left behind her.

Mrs.Lucas when she was alive was grateful and appreciate the vision of the life I was giving to her daughter.

However, she wasn't the only one who took profit from this relationship, being with her changed me a lot within my behavior.

I wasn't the same since I had met her way, she proved that loving someone could be so magic therefore I wouldn't leave her now she needed me.

Not now, she wanted me both physically and mentally, not through this storm she was facing.

I entered the room and she was silently taking her bath, she was too much silent, there was no noise as if she was quietly discussing with her being.

Though it didn't stop me, It couldn't, it rather encouraged me to be the shoulder that would help her to carry this burden.

I came to the entrance of the closet, and she was under the spread of water, she turned to face me and I was sure to have distinguished tears from the water on her face.

Every time, I left her alone, I always surprised her with a sob, and it wasn't necessary to try to ask about it, she would always deny her sentiment.

Knowing that I then decided to just be there every time she would be in need until she would succeed to handle everything and not ask about it again.

The feeling left by the physical separation had never been something easy to control, I would be patient and tolerant of all her grins.

"Thank you for your present," I mumbled

"It is nothing ba..." She didn't succeed to call me as she usually did, she didn't succeed to utter the last word.

"BABE" I pronounced

"Is it what you don't succeed to utter?" I questioned frowning.

She looked at me, her eyes becoming red and flushes growing on her cheeks, this time I could distinguish the water coming out of her eyes from the one spread on her face under the shower.

She inched toward me and fell on my feet, her knees down, she gripped my shorts, escaping a sob from her lips.

"My mother's departure is driving me in such an unwholesome state, sorry for everything. Sorry, sorry, sorry..." She emphasized the pleading.

"I don't think what you did need all this plead," I said agreeing to her ask for forgiveness.

"It needs, it needs all the supplication of the world, you don't deserve it, not after the way you showed me your love. You don't deserve it. Sorry for everything" She continued.

At a moment I was missing, it seemed as if we were not talking about the same subject, I cuddled her hair and understood it was just because of the overwhelming sentiment overflowing inside of her.

"If I struggled as I did to be with you, it was not to leave as early as the first difficulty would stand against us."

"We would be together until death would take us apart, believe me, I would never leave you, you are mine as I always said" I expressed with my heart feeling the warmth.

At those words, she cried louder, as if it triggered something inside of her mind, but it was just the truth. I loved her as I never did for someone before.