Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Estelle was taken aback, her cheeks flushed, and she snapped, “Jonathan!”

“You look cute even when you’re ticked off. Stop moping around, it’s getting on my nerves!” Jonathan scoffed, “Get in the car already!”

Estelle just walked past his car still heading forward.

Jonathan sighed, got out of the car and caught up to her in a few steps, grabbing her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Estelle shook off his hand, trying to push him away.

Jonathan held on to her tightly. “You want to start a fight right here?”

Estelle glanced at the passersby, as well as their neighbours, suddenly froze, and let Jonathan lead her back to the car by the wrist.

Jonathan opened the passenger door, settled her in the seat, and even buckled her up.

face the whole time.

it up and left. Peeping

left the neighbourhood, heading

calmed down, looking at the swiftly passing scenery outside the window, she said faintly, “Jonathan, let’s get the divorce

over to the side of the road. He turned to Estelle, the smile on his face vanished, replaced

to look at him, “Yes, I’ve decided to be

“Say that again!”

his lips pressed tight, clear anger flashing in his eyes, “You’re aware that I’ve been putting up with you, right?” Estelle looked at him coldly, “No one needs your tolerance,

fed up with tolerating Jonathan’s voice fell, his hand on her chin tightened, and he suddenly

in surprise, her chin held tight, all she could do was lift her hand to

the seat, his body pressing closer, wedging her between the seat back

up with Manley at Gwen’s birthday party, he’d been

with her coldness, her declaration of not loving him anymore, her attempts to draw a line between them, her ambiguous relationship with Manley.