The Wedding Maze
WM-13 |DAY MINUS FIVE-26|

Calm. That should be the case now, after he apologized sincerely as well as giving gifts at low prices to Snow. But everything is not like hope. Winter was nervous, she even broke out in cold sweat after the door of her room was perfectly closed.

Maddened. Yeah, he thinks he's out of his mind. How could he feel nervous just from apologizing to a girl? Facing colleagues, clients, or all of the office staff when they file a pay raise lawsuit Winter was never this big. What's up with him?

O God.

Winter rubbed his own face rough, then ruffled his waist with his lips folded in. He also looks agitated by clenching his hand, then biting the back of his hand.

“Why the hell?” his question was glittering to himself. He also recalled how Snow asked for thirty days to start a relationship. Ah, more precisely, to melt her heart so that the girl could take Amora's place. It will be very heavy, he said at the beginning. But see now? Not even ten days he was confused by his own attitude which Winter himself did not know why he could be like this.

Moreover, before leaving Snow alone earlier, he had turned around and pulled the anklet from Snow's hand, then put it on the girl's white feet.

Winter ruffled his head, feeling humiliated by his own attitude. Why did he change his attention so? Is this just his sympathy, because last night hurt the girl. Ah, true. It seems to be just sympathy. That's how he convinced himself before his mind was overpowered by things he didn't want and couldn't control.

In addition to Winter, Snow who was in another room also wondered. What exactly did Winter mean by giving and putting those anklets on him?

“I'm confused.” murmured Snow to himself in the middle of a quiet night that was getting late. “Did sister Winter deliberately confuse me?”

Finally, Snow decided to go down the bed and intended to go to the kitchen to get drinking water. However, once the door was opened, Winter's figure was also out of his room, and as a result the two met each other in a fairly long period of seconds. Until one of them managed to lower his gaze, Snow lost heavily when the eagle-sharp bead managed to make him inching.

He turned around and walked into the kitchen without speaking to Winter. No matter what, Snow did not intend to say hello, let alone talk pleasantries with the man.

Snow picked up a glass of water, then sat down at a small dining table not far from the kitchen, downing it there like someone who had just found a water source in an arid desert.

“We need to talk.”

Snow nearly choked on the water when Winter suddenly appeared and voiced behind Snow's back.

Hurriedly Snow rubbed his wet lips and placed attention on the man who was already sitting in front of him. Their beads again intersected, this time no one relented, they stared at each other fiercely.

Snow straightened his back, scooping the air greedily to keep his lungs working properly, then opened his lips to make a sound.

“Indeed, sister Winter, what do you want to talk to me about?” tanyanya patience. He knows now that Winter is more manageable when he takes the bottom slit from Winter's voice. The man will soften a little when he feels he is not dominated.

“About our marriage relationship.”

Suddenly Snow was silent, his lips tightly clenched looking at Winter's calm demeanor as he spoke. Waiting for the next line Winter will say to hear him carefully.

“I think, you need to know now, because you have chosen to be my wife, even if only thirty days.”

Supposedly, Winter did not need to mention the deadline that Snow had touched on for the clarity of their relationship as clearly as it was. If a face can smile, whose heart does it know?

Snow pulled the corner of his lips to form a stiff smile, then his focus returned to paying attention to the other person's beautiful face.

“What else doesn't big brother show me?”

The atmosphere is changing. The dim one kitchen lamp that Snow accidentally turned on, also the presence of Winter is the cause. In fact, Winter looks no joke and stresses to Snow, for the girl to trust him without the slightest denial.

Winter threw away a moment with a careless smile. He knew maybe the one thing he would say would have no effect on anyone, even Snow who he hadn't expected from the start, right?

Winter again directed his gaze at the figure of Snow who did look tired, his eyes were soft, his lips were still wet because of his drinking water, and his beautiful face...

SH*IT!

Winter cursed in the heart. Why would he even describe the girl in such a little detail.

“I decided I would propose to Amora after we split later.”

Snow was surprised, very. Even he was gripped like a fool. But he still tried to neutralize all the shock, and heartache that almost robbed all of his consciousness. Likewise with the palace of love that he was building hard, it felt like it was deliberately crushed, ah no, destroyed mercilessly. Winter doesn't allow the beautiful palace that Snow calls 'Love' to stand perfectly.

He smiled briefly, grabbed back the drink glass, and downed the remaining water that was almost toilet.

“Please. I no longer have rights after we part,” Snow paused, wanting to mutter inwardly, but her lips could not be compromised. His voice just came out. “So I did not have a chance just to get to know my sister further huh?” His head nodded in understanding while staring at his empty glass. Just as he was feeling right now, empty, too painful to the point that the feeling that had once been so intense for Winter, slowly evaporated in the air.

However, instead of words of tranquillity, regret, or guilt, Winter stared fixedly at the expressionless girl in front of her seat.

“Since the beginning I have warned you, that I do not have any feelings for you. Only Amora.”

Yep. Amoras. Only that woman deserves to be on Winter's side.

“So, I reiterate once again. From now on, never put any feelings on me.”

Snow nodded in understanding. He's just about to start it all. But everything has been broken first by Winter who does not want to be reached at all by his feelings.

Feeling that the conversation was enough, Winter intended to leave.

“If,” voice Snow stops the pace of Winter. “—if I had been present first in the life of brother, would brother love me like love him?”

Winter was glued to where he stood. Without turning around to acknowledge Snow's presence, Winter was still waiting for the next sentence Snow would say to her. Yes, he was still willing to wait even though for almost a minute Snow did not say anything.

In the end, Winter decides to completely leave Snow alone there. He just needs to ignore the girl and everything will go as it should. Split after thirty days together as a formality.

The door of the room unattainable by Snow's vision sounded clenched. Winter was already in his private room, and perhaps the man would not and should not think about Snow's current feelings.

Breath of Snow hunting. The tears that he had been holding back from now on, slowly came down, and all the emotions that he had dimmed so as not to explode in the slightest.

Supposedly, from the beginning he did have to be self-conscious if Winter did not expect him at all. From the beginning, she knew that Winter would not give her a single confession. From the beginning, he should not have expected anything. And from the beginning, she should not have done this marriage.

All harm. All seemed to turn into Boomerang who now back attack after he threw away. Snow folded his hands on the table, hiding that pitiful face inside the empty space created, crying silently until his chest ached.

Today he understands. If loving someone who has absolutely no feelings to be avenged, it is sickening.

Weary. Snow was really tired of fighting alone despite not even thirty days. The marriage labyrinth he passed through was so complicated that he found it hard to get out. He just hopes not to get lost and rot with gaping wounds all over the body, languishing in the same formed liking that he calls a deep meaning, Love. He hoped there would be an open door to take him out of all this.

He wants to stop. And,

Go.[]