SIX

~MATTEO~

"Is she still breathing?", her friend asks. "Yeah, she's okay", I tell her. We walk out of Clair's room and go down the stairs. "You're her husband?", she asks. "You're the friend she wanted to bring over?", I counter.

"Gotten my answer then", she says and I smirk. She rolls her eyes and I realize they're purple. "Eye lenses?", I ask. "Nah, it's real", she says. "White hair?", I ask her too. "It's whitish blonde!", she exclaims and I chuckle.

Her hair looked so white and silky, it was beautiful. "How long have you known her?", I ask putting my hands in my pockets. "Since we were eight", she says smiling. "That's a long time", I say and she giggles.

"Is she?", I ask her. "No, she's not asthmatic she just has it sometimes", she says with a sad smile. "What caused it?", I ask her. She crosses her hands and raises a brow. "It's because you're her hubby that's why I'm saying this things", she says and I nod.