His Ex Wife

Flashback

Iyan was restless that night. He had been waiting for Mariella’s text, his poetry book lied open and unread on his bed. He had tried to read the lines but nothing had gotten registered in his brain.

Maybe I should call her, he thought.

Or maybe she is about to text…

He waited a bit longer.

As minutes ticked by, his anxiety got worse. It was 9:15 pm by now. He wanted to see her and he could go to her right away; he did know the address anyway- after seeing her for the first time, he had studied the list of all newly enrolled students in school and there had been just one girl who had been admitted to their batch: Mariella Lewis, 21 Lees Street, PensonVille, London.

It was maybe just his own attraction towards her that was pulling him but he knew he could not resist the urge to see her…but it would probably not even have deem appropriate- he thought- what if she took it the wrong way…

In moments of uncertainty, he often tried to leave his mind blank for a minute and then choose the first option that came to his mind- it was his easiest way out, he was not really the type to waste time contemplating the pros and cons of everything; thinking too much ruined it.

So, he sat on his bed and looked outside the window, it was a beautiful half-moon with some dim stars spread across the sky. His room was too dark, no lights were on anyway- his mom would have assumed Iyan had long passed out and Scott and his father never bothered to come to him anyway- and the moonlight filled the corner of his large room with enough light. It was easier for him to sneak out anyway from the window, his room had been the largest one in the corner of the ground floor.

He closed his eyes and tried to not think of anything and the first thing that came to his mind was big blue eyes, filled with curiosity and some strangely hidden sadness. He tried to look at them longer, but they disappeared as soon as they came. He had gotten his answer- he got up and picked up his phone from his bed and grabbed a jacket just in case; it was a chilly night outside.

but he could walk, he was agreeable to walk under any night that offered this kind of view, it was refreshing out of his

a house, it was a huge and

dialed her number and

said

house,” he said. “Just wanted to talk for a while

house??” she did not conceal the shock in her voice, her father had been home since afternoon and she tried to think about how she could break any rules and get out of the house to

a bit restless, I wanted to see you…” he spoke with boldness, like he had not been afraid to show her that she

not expecting him to care that much, or at

without even wanting to say it; she knew

on the

room and stood outside her father’s room, the wooden door did not really give it away whether he was awake or not. She pressed her ears against his door and heard carefully for any sound but she was relieved to listen to his soft snores from the other end of the room. There was no other sound in the entire bungalow, it could easily pass for a haunted mansion

any noise at all and walked the garden to open the metal gate. The mansion did remind her of how the older British

his face lit up

without the permission of her father, she was grateful to see him as well. She closed the metal gate as soon as she had opened it in case her father could see outside. Iyan was the only good thing that had happened to her here, a good friend- she thought- she could count

alright, you did not even text so…” and his doubt had not been wrong, Mariella had been crying all afternoon that day. It had happened again today and she

his eyes, “No, nothing like that even happened, I was just so preoccupied with chores that I forgot to text you,” she did not