A Marriage Contract

Chapter 5- Part 2

Vincent's POV-

Today's dinner was a little too much for my stomach. I couldn't sleep that night so I went to take some medicine which was empty. So right now I was sitting in my living room while Eliza was making something for my stomach. I didn't know what it was.

She came into the living room holding a tray with a glass of water and two bowls one small and one big. She placed it in front of me.

It was Jook and Kkakdugi. It had been ages since I ate Jook. Even though it was the simplest dish to make I couldn't bring myself to eat it after my mother went away. She used to make it for me everytime I fell sick. So I was eating Jook after 27 years.

The first bite was enough for me to bring up memories I tried to keep away. The Kkakdugi was something I rarely ate because I never liked the way Martha made it but I silently ate. The Kkakdugi was irrelevant in front of the Jook. Just a simple rice porridge made me want to turn back time.

I could feel emotions building up inside me. I couldn't let myself be vulnerable infront of someone. So I picked up the tray and stood up.

"What happened? Did you not like it?" Eliza asked.

"That's not it. I just going to my bedroom to eat. You should go sleep too. You have to work from tomorrow." I said a little too sternly.

"Okay. Good night." She said and went to her room.

I went to my room and sat on the bed slowly eating Jook and remembering my umma.

Since she went away I always missed her. My incompetent father was the reason I lost the only person who showed me love. And because of my father I had to become the parent to my brothers so they could have the childhood which I missed.

Tears were silently running down my face. I felt the little boy again who was searching for his mother and was crying because he couldn't find her. I felt vulnerable like him again. The boy who had to grow up too fast. The boy who had no one to comfort him. And for the first time I shed tears for the man who put up a show in front of being okay but in reality has no clue what he is doing.  

I wasn't crying but I couldn't control the tears running down my face. The only thing that I felt was the bitter feeling of being alone.

I really wanted my umma with me. Why did my father have to be so stupid? Why didn't my umma take me with her?

The ache in my stomach was replaced with ache in my heart. 

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Hey everyone, 👋

This chapter is really short but I wanted to express Vincent's feelings. I needed everyone to understand that he isn't perfect and nor is Eliza. I want to make sure that everybody understands that there are reasons behind his cold exterior