There was a comfortable silence at the table where Alissa and Cristian sat eating breakfast and enjoying cups of coffee (or in Alissa’s case several). She suddenly looked over at him, “I need a vacation.”
Cristian glanced over at her and arched a brow, setting down his coffee slowly, “A vacation, hm?”
“Yes. I’ve been working so hard lately and I feel…like I’m about to get burnt out. We should get away for a couple days,” Alissa replies, giving him a slightly pleading expression. She hoped he would say ‘yes’.
“Suppose we can try to find a time to plan a short get a way,” Cristian replies after a moment of thought. “Is there anywhere you wish to go?”
“I dont really care; I just want to get away from work. I know we are never really ‘off’ work, but…”
“I understand,” he says with a nod. “but now isn’t the best time.” Cristian passed her a regretful smile.
Alissa glanced at her coffee and sighed, “It never is a good time for you,” she replies, unintentionally being terse. She stood from the table and went upstairs to their room, walking swiftly and making a few of the house staff frown as she passed them. A feeling of guilt washed over her; she immediately regretted the words she had spoken and found herself starting to cry as she entered their room.
Cristian sighed and pressed his lips into a thin line for a moment before rising from his chair to follow her. He hesitated before entering the room; Alissa’s back was to him. “Alissa, I…” he searched for the right words, “I dont know what to say. I’m sorry.”
She turned from the armoire and looked at him remorsefully, “No…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” she says quietly, her eyes falling to the floor.
Cristian gave her a small smile and crossed the floor to take her into his arms, “It’s alright,” he murmurs quietly into her hair. “I know we haven’t had much time for one another lately…I am sorry for that.”
Alissa sighed shakily, “I’m just…worn out,” she admits, “I’m tired…overworked.”
He kissed her brow, “I’ll see what I can do, hm?”
She nodded and rested her head against his chest, “I love you. I’m sorry I was…short.”
“I love you, too.”