It felt as if everything was a slideshow that skipped important information while playing, like a lazy writer who got bored. After I signed those papers I went to meet Stella’s parents, planned a wedding, paid for food and a place, married Stella at the altar and went on my honeymoon to Japan, which was surprising but she insisted. While in the middle of Tokyo something hit me harder than any ball for a sport. I don't know if it was common sense or divine knowledge but I realized.
What the hell have i been doing, my brain thought up as Stella stood beside me holding onto my arm. “Let's go over there,” she said, pointing toward a bookstore, nudging me to walk faster. She got frustrated and started pulling me along, I was still out of it trying to understand the situation I just registered, before I heard a struggling voice right next to me. “Honey, can you help me with these”.
I turned my head to only see her holding half a bookshelf’s worth of books, with her arms ready to give in from the weight. “H-Help.. Me.. Please”, I let out a sigh and walked toward the exhausted wife. I tried taking the books, but she swayed left and right trying not to make it fall, making the situation even more difficult. As I finally got a hold of them she already had her sights on more. “Why does she need so much,” I looked at one of the books she picked up. “F⚫y me t⚫ the Mo⚫n, Nar⚫to, ⚫ne pi⚫ce, Red⚫ of H⚫aler. She just picked up comics and why does it read the wrong way.”
“Stella what are these books, they dont look like regular comics” On her way to pick up more books she stopped in her tracks. “Honey, don't call those comics” said whilst projecting a hostile glare toward me. “Anyway, why do you need so much? This is getting heavy. There's already over 15 books here.”
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“I think I picked everything, all 30 volumes I wanted. Let’s go buy these people I see more I might want”. As we were walking I saw familiar hair, two silver headed people stood there. As they became better in my view I finally remembered who it was. “Luna, Lucas” I shouted toward them forgetting it was a bookstore. “Hmm. Luna seems Emmanuel’s here,” he said with a calm and collected voice, while Luna turned around with a flustered expression the opposite of her brother.
As we approached them with the leaning tower of pisa, Stella picked out. Their faces began to fill with confusion. Luna tiptoed to her brother's ears and started whispering something. He shrugged his arms and looked toward me again. “Hey, Emmanuel, nice to see you here, but why are you here? You don't normally leave your house”. Damn him, why would he say that in front Stella, what if she starts thinking I’m some no life, I may have been a little, but that’s beside the point.
“And who’s that girl, are you helping her with those books. Then when you’re”
“I’m his wife” She said with the straightest face a person can have. I understood Luna and Lucas’s reaction to the matter, as their jaws were ready to reach the floor. But I just cared about getting rid of these books, not even noticing or reacting to what she said.
“Stella, can we go purchase these books already?”. She nodded toward me and we walked to the cashier, paying no attention to the twins.
“I’ll call you some other time Lucas” I shouted as we walked out the store. Making my so-called wife turn to me. “Are you not gonna talk to them a little longer”.I didn’t respond, trying not to make the tower collapse.
I propped the books against the back seat in a car we rented for the time we were here. I got in the driver's seat and turned to Stella. “Anything else you wanna buy before we go home”
“No we can go now”, she responded sounding somewhat irritated