Chapter 892 What Exactly Do You Want?
It seemed an inauspicious thing to say on such a festive occasion, but even more so, harrowing. The word "dead" was enough to tug at the heart.
Instead of drinking the wine, Bellamy set down his glass and said with a sullen expression, "Don't be ridiculous. I won't let you die."
"You idiot, I'm joking with you," Waverly said with a grin before she drank the wine from the glass in one go.
She figured that she was downright drunk. Otherwise, she wouldn't have called Bellamy an idiot.
Suzi cast Waverly a concerned glance. "I'll go get some water for her. Otherwise, she's prone to headaches when she's drunk."
"Thanks, Mom," Bellamy said.
It was the first time that Waverly felt so heavy-headed. She leaned on Bellamy's shoulder and fell asleep in no time.
Even when drunk, she was a restless sleeper, as if something was weighing on her mind.
Bellamy carried her to the bed. She was slightly roused from her doze when he tucked her in. As she watched Bellamy tuck her in, she grasped his hand. "Stay with me tonight."
"You're drunk." Bellamy moved Waverly's hand away.
"I've said the same thing when I wasn't drunk, so don't try to fool me," Waverly said as she sat up dizzily.
"It's getting late. Get some rest."
"Bellamy," Waverly called out to him. "Have you ever liked me over the past five years, or even just a momentary crush on me?"
Bellamy turned his back on Waverly.
Men were visual creatures. Making love did not require the presence of love, but sparing one's chastity did.
"The end is sealed. There's no point in talking about this now. If you insist on an answer, then I hope you can live freely in the future," Bellamy expressed.
Waverly's heart sank to its lowest point. A chill crept into her bloodstream.
She had thrown her dignity, twice, at his feet with the question, and he had rejected her all the same.
To him, perhaps she was still a little girl, rather than a woman. There was no charm to be found on her at all.
She was too mortified to ask him for a third time. Confined to her resignation, she could only watch him leave the room.
So be it. The human's heart had always been ungraspable. Even if one asked for it, they would not be given, and such a feeling was not unlike a heart shattered by a thousand arrows.
As soon as Waverly got up, she staggered to the bathroom. Having drunk too much wine, sleep could do little to sober her up as her body was still feeling light, eluding her control. As a result, she bumped onto the bedside table.
The pain jolted from her knees to her consciousness.
Whenever she was injured in the past, Bellamy had taken good care of her each time.
She, too, had grown dependent on his care. But now, she knew she could indulge herself no more. She would have to start slowly getting used to being alone in her fight.
Waverly went into the bathroom, divesting herself of her clothes. Bruises had already bloomed across her knee. After haphazardly washing her hair, she then lay down in the tub.
From now on, she no longer had a husband. She was on her own.
In fact, it was not that bad, being alone. She could cater to her own whims. With lesser worries, she didn't need to care what others thought of her. Instead, all she needed to do was move toward her goal.
But in the end, she was still unwilling and afraid of not meeting him ever again.
She wanted to leave something behind before she left. Maybe in the days to come, he would remember her whenever he caught a glimpse of it. Even a fleeting flash of remembrance would do.
With that thought in mind, Waverly got up and put on her pajamas. Then, she took a red silver light pen from the drawer and wrote on the back of the dresser: "I love you, Bellamy."
She had held back the confession, until now.
Waverly knew that even on the day of separation, she would not reveal how she truly felt.
She couldn't bring herself to say it, because her feeling was unrequited. Hence, what she was doing now could only be considered a one-sided confession.
After she finished writing, she capped the pen and went out, her chest still stuffy and uncomfortable. Just then, Waverly opened the window and glanced outside.
It was snowing. She hadn't noticed before that it was the first snowfall of the year, and it came a little later compared to the previous years.
She was fond of snow, as it was white, romantic, and uplifting. It was a gift from God.
Swathed in her down jacket, she then went out. By now, there was a light layer of snow on the ground, and it crunched with each step. Moreover, the snow under the streetlights was even more beautiful.
She walked step by step, leaving shallow footprints in the snow. Looking back, she could see the President's Mansion under the lights.
She believed that even after so many years had passed, she would never forget this moment, where there was a girl who couldn't bear to leave the President's Mansion in the snow, not even the footprints in front of the door.
Her eyes pricking with tears, and she averted her gaze. She then looked up at the sky, and tears quietly flowed down.
"If you like the snow, I'll accompany you out tomorrow morning. It's too late now." Bellamy's voice suddenly rang.
Flinching, Waverly wiped away her tears surreptitiously before she turned and looked at Bellamy with a warm smile. "I saw that it was snowing after I took a bath, so I came out for a walk."
"Let's head back." Bellamy went to hold Waverly's hand.
However, Waverly dodged it. She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Soon, I'll be on my own. You can't be around me all the time like you are right now. I will control my own body and my own feelings. It's up to me to decide what I want. After all, it was you who wanted me to be uninhibited and free."
"But I can't just stand by and watch." Bellamy got a little angry.
"Why can't you? Who am I to you? What am I to you, and what kind of feelings do you have for me? You know very well what kind of attitude you should keep. You should go back. Bellamy, go back and get some rest. I want to walk a little longer," Waverly said softly.
Bellamy felt the force of those few words and the grumbling. However, it seemed that nothing mattered to her anymore. She was no longer hysterical. This could only mean that she had thought things through.
Waverly was a smart girl. She took a wait-and-see attitude before she decided on what was best for her.
In fact, he wasn't all that worried for her. She was like weed. No matter what kind of environment she lived in, she could adapt quickly and do her best.
All she needed was time.
Waverly turned around, continued walking towards the front.
She didn't know where she was heading, or how far she was going to go. However, she wanted to walk alone, and proudly.
As Bellamy watched her back, his gaze fell deep.
He did not return to the house but quietly followed behind her.
He felt an assurance to leave her alone, and he trusted her. At the same time, it had been ingrained in his habit to protect her and take care of her. Perhaps after she left, he would slowly change this habit. But for now, she hadn't left yet, hadn't she?
Although Waverly was a little tired after walking for more than an hour, her drunkenness dissipated by a lot, her mind cleared.
Walking to the edge of the lake, she looked at the ground. She had only planted the hyacinths when snow graced upon the land. She wondered if the hyacinths would freeze to death. What a desperate love.
Sweeping the snow off the chair, she sat down, her eyes quietly riveted at the lake.
Having seen the scene, Bellamy sighed helplessly.
Waverly heard the sound and turned around.
Bellamy was standing right behind her. "What exactly do you want to do before you'll finally go back and rest?"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
