Visiting The Villainess.

“We once were, but now, we’re divorced.” Gabriel stood by his window, glancing down at the small meaningless passing figures, all the while allowing Leonica’s words to replay in his mind as if it had been set on repeat. Not a secondly longer had gone by after the last repeat, when he sighed and stuffed both of his hands into his pocket, leaning his weight slightly on the back of his heel. Why was Leonica's words disturbing him? No, why was he allowing her words disturb him? Was it because of the familiar aura that surrounded her, prompting him to believe that they had indeed been married, but now divorced as she said? Or was it the fact that he found it challenging to believe that he had actually settled down with the very same woman his grandmother had picked for him? That’s right, he remembered Leonica, at least he remembered what his memory allowed and that was the fact that she was the woman his grandmother had picked to be his wife in an arranged marriage between two families. He