Quench My Desire

I Guess It Wasnt Meant To Be

~~~Michael's POV~~~

She can't be serious.

Why did I ever think to do that to her? How can I stop loosing her? How can I began to say....there was nothing left to do so she walked away. Away from me. I made her liked that.

I closed my eyes, just see her smile one more time. It's like I could never find the right thing to say. Every word that comes out of my mouth hurts her. I'm an idiot. I ruined everything.

"I can never be forgiven for my actions. I'll have to suffer from the consequences. I did this to myself. I did." I looked at the house one last time before starting the car back up and driving back to my home.

When I got home, I placed my keys on the key holder and sighed.

"Stacey" I called out and she came to me a minute later.

"Yes Mr. Jackson?"

"Tell the staff that I said to take the rest of the week off. They still will get paid, I just need to be alone. Please, and thank you."

"Yes sir. Are you sure though?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Thanks for asking. You can go home now after you tell the staff."

"Alright sir. Do you want me to let you know when we are about to head home?"

"Yes please. Thank you so much for understanding. I'm just going through a lot right now and I want to be alone to think."

"It's going to be okay sir. She just needs time." She patted my shoulder and gave a supportive smile. I gave her a weak smile back and began to walk away.

I went into my room and closed the door. I walked around, then exited the bedroom and went into our Velvet Room, the place where we shared our last intimate moment. I looked at the bed as memories of us making love flashed my brain. How the beads of sweat dripping from her neck onto her chest, then my chest.

I closed my eyes and sat on the bed. I was about to exit when I spotted some papers folded up on the floor. I walked over to them and instantly knew that they were. They were the papers Sofia told me to read. I didn't read it though because I was to busy trying to get her to sign those other papers. I'm an idiot. I know.

I unfolded the papers and began to read.

As I'm reading, I notice that it's poems. Her feelings. Her personal feelings.

When I get to the last page it tears me up inside and out. She said that it would be the hardest thing she'll ever do....She said goodbye.

I looked over her nice handwriting and walked out of the room, closing and locking it behind me.

"She's done with me?" I smacked my forehead and sighed deeply. "What have I done?"

"Mr. Jackson, sorry to interupt, I just wanted to inform you that we are leaving." I looked up from the papers and at Stacey.

"You're fine, stay safe and be careful. Tell everyone that, and you have a blessed week."

"Same for you as well Mr. Jackson." She smiled. I chuckled a little then turned the opposite direction from her.

I pulled out a piece of paper and a pen as I sat at my desk and began to write.

Dear Sofia,

Words will never fully express how sorry I am, but only I truly hope that it is a good start:

I'm sorry.

I regret nothing more in life than what I have done to you. It was wrong, stupid and immature and you do not deserve any of the grief, pain and anger I have caused you.