Chapter 75
1001words
He took the glass out of my hands and start serving me. I saw movement on the seat beside me, I didn't bother to look. I knew it was a woman. I could smell the strong scent of her perfume. I could also smell the strong liquor in my breath, but I don't care. Drinking makes me get high and forget about the pain I'm feeling in my heart. The pain of loneliness, the pain of heartbreak. My failed attempts to woo her. I did everything in the book. I brought her on romantic dates, we had ice-cream, we talked, we bond but all I did made no difference because she still didn't stay. She didn't stay with me. Maybe her love wasn't strong enough, at least not strong as mine.
I never expect her to leave the way she did. I never expect her to call me a fool. She was right. I'm a fool. I made her promise me to never leave me, maybe if I didn't insist on all those promises maybe she wouldn't feel forced to love me in return. She never forced me to love her it just came naturally. I didn't even realize that was falling until it was too late.
It's funny how we didn't have a good start, neither did we have a good end. we are just two broken hearts, one who hurt and one who can't forget the hurt.
The waiter handed me the glass and I immediately drink it. I place the glass on the counter and bend my head to think.
"How much has he drunk since he got here?" a female voice said beside me, the same woman who sat earlier.
"About eight rounds." The bartender replied.
"Kevin!, Don't you think that's too much. Who's is he going to drive to get home."
"Helen, I can't tell the customers what to buy and how much to buy it. I'm running a business here. Without men like him, we'd never make a profit." I pick up that the bartender Kevin was talking about me, either about my wealth or my almost drunkenness.
"Okay, fine." after seconds she came over to me.
She pats me on the shoulder but I didn't say a word, too tipsy to do anything.
"Who is she?" she asked.
I turn slightly to look at her, wondering how she knew that I was here because of a girl.
She saw my expression so she answers. "I'm a therapist. I know those things. So tell me what happened."
I sigh, for some odd reason, I found myself telling her my story. After talking around the bar counter of more than twenty minutes, we continue to speak.
"She left me. She felt me after all the things I did to convince her that I love her. She still left me." I cried on her shoulder.
"Shh..it's going to be alright. She's not worth it. She's not."
I sigh and look at the woman speaking to me. "She is."
Three Weeks Later
I look at my reflection in the mirror of my bathroom. I look like a caveman, I haven't shaved since she left. I didn't have anyone to look handsome for. Some of the people I did business with say they like the new look that also consists of a moustache. But I hated how I look now. My face had a constant frown.
I tried looking for her but she made it virtually impossible. No one knew where she went. She left no bank traces, no phone traces, nothing.
I look in the cabinet above the sink and took the shaver out of it. I plug it in the socket close by. I look at my reflection. My heart is breaking but I will not make it show any longer. I've always been the kind of guy that held on to my integrity. I never let anything get in my way. I love her and maybe will always but I'll not let that love make me weak. I'll be stronger because of it. I'll remember the mistake made and it will make me stronger.
I lift the machine to my face and start taking the hair off my face. I need to get back to myself. When I was confident about myself. When I showed no emotions.
My doorbell rang suddenly causing me to cut myself accidentally. "Shit." I placed the shear on my counter and wrapped a towel around my waist and ran quickly to look who was at my door at this time of night. I ran down the stairs with my hands at my side gripping the towel.
I open the door to see the face that hasn't left my thoughts in weeks.
"Kalliyah"
Kalliyah's Pov
I looked at him not knowing what to say. He looked good like he hasn't been in any pain. He was nicely shaved and he smelled good. Has he moved on? Is another girl in the house with him, why does he look so hot?
"Kalliyah," I lifted my gaze to his brown eyes, he sounds shocked that I'm here. I'd be too if I were him. I didn't exactly leave things friendly; I was mean and selfish. I was only thinking of myself but I had every right to be.
"Can I come in?" I found myself asking. It's not like I want to stay out here in the cold night air in my situation.
He looked at me for what it seems as it was ages until he nodded his head. He moved to give me a way to pass the door. I slowly walked past him into the house that I miss very much. I walked to the living room and took a seat in the couch that lay in front of the fireplace. He was still standing looking down at me, not saying a word.
"Can you please sit down?" I ask slowly.
