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"Ara…" Wylder looked for Tiara in his home. She loved staying here, in his tulip garden, away from the crowds of the city, in peace. That was why Wylder had given her the spare key to his home, but she never used it in a year; she came here without informing him or without his presence. And surprisingly, today she wasn’t even in the garden.
‘The important part is: why was she even drunk?' Night muttered, getting worried for her. They followed her scent and found her in his new bedroom, the room that she had decorated, the room in which everything was of her choice, from the shade of the room to the painting.
The painting was personally painted by Tiara, who spent hours on it. Out of all her paintings, his favorite was the one that she had painted at his request, which was one of her pictures that he had clicked on his phone.
She was standing in the middle of a tulip garden wearing his big red shirt and her hot pants. That day, she had ended up spoiling her top, so she had worn Wylder's shirt for the first time on her own. And Wylder wanted to frame that moment forever.
And what could be better than capturing it through the painting, painted by her?
"Arraaa… " He screamed when he saw her in the tub. No, she wasn't taking a bath but was trying to kill herself. What did Theodore do now?
After a couple of months, she did almost the same thing, and that was when he realized that she was in mourning over her rejection, which had now lasted one year. Now, this. He really wanted to find Theodore and punch him right across the face.
He pulled her out of the tub and glared at her, but it wasn't of any use because it looked like she wasn't in her senses.
"Why in the hell did you do that?" He growled at her, feeling her pulse. She was still alive.
Never did he feel this scared before. Hell, he was so scared that he forgot to pump her chest for a while in tension.
Soon, he started pumping to get rid of the extra water in her lungs.
"Come on, Ara!" You can't die this soon." He growled at her loudly, and in the next second, she opened her eyes. She started coughing and choking, bringing up the water. She rolled her body before coughing again.
Not once did Wylder help her by rubbing her back or supporting her body, even though he saw that she was trembling and shaking because of the effect of alcohol.
"Wild… " She looked at him with her red eyes, which he wasn't sure was the effect of crying or alcohol. "Why did you take me out?"
That was it.
Wylder loses control of his anger and does something that he has never thought to do in his life.
He slapped her so hard that she fell unconscious while her face banged on the floor.
'Night' Wylder scolded him, but he shut him down, hiding somewhere in his mind. 'Damn!!' He hissed, picking Tiara up in her arms, and cursing at his anger issue.
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#TBC
