❛ There is something wrong with you that is also wrong with me. ❜
He looked at her, frowning. He didn't truly expect that sort of reaction from her after his intrusion. Sure, they hadn't seen each other for years. Three years exactly. Three years after his trial. Three years after she chose her reputation over their daughter. And he couldn't bare seeing her live her life as if nothing had happened, walking into the crowded room as if they never met each others. Watching her talking to each guests, laughing to their jokes as if he was not in the room as well. Ignoring him. Only for the monkey to send some glances toward Stelmaria.
So after some time, after drinking his umpteenth glass of tokay, he finally decided to go talk to her. He waited for the moment she'd went to the balcony to trapped her there. Of course, she must have felt his eyes on her the entire evening, that was probably why she decided to hide on the balcony. But she also must have known he would follow her there.
Stelmaria was the first one to talk. "Hello, Marisa." Forcing her to reply that sentence, 'there's something wrong with you that is also wrong with me.'
That made him frown. Was he already to intoxicated to understand her words? Or did she try to confused him, being not fully aware of what she meant?
All he managed to blurt out a simple "What?"














