A complicated story

Moving on...or are you? 3/3

So here’s the final part of “Moving on…or are you?” Hopefully it was good. I’m really proud of myself. I’ve been typing since 5 something and now it’s 9:01pm. P.s. this is mainly Melanie’s POV. Enjoy.*****************************************************************************************************

Melanie’s POV

     Living in a big whole house by yourself is really boring at times. ‘ Lonely too.’ There’s no one to really call, well besides Patten.  All I do is sit, watch movies, eat, and workout.  Well, the premiere of Liz and Dick is coming on, so I better get prepared to watch it. I went to the kitchen, made two bags of popcorn, got some snacks, put on my pjs and hit the couch. ‘Just on time.’ I even ordered a box of pizza from Papa John’s.

        Few minutes after the movie started the bell rang. ‘Just on time.’ I opened the door and I was not expecting him to be at my door at all. I was breathless. I didn’t know what to say. For a minute there I thought that I was dreaming, but I wasn’t. This was real. I took a deep breath and stood aside to let him in. Yes I wanted to see him, but not now, at least not this way. I wanted to be prepared and at least to have better attire on.  He placed the pizza on the counter and stood there. We just watched each other like we were creatures from another world that we were fascinated to see.

      He looked different.  His facial hair was like those of Brad Pitts’ way before it got longer. If I may add, he was really hot, but there was something different about him. I slowly walked towards him and gave him the biggest hug in the world. I started sobbing on his shoulder because it touched me deeply that I really missed him. “I missed you,” I managed to say. “I missed you too.” I was angry that he didn’t call me, but I was happy to see him at the same time. We pulled apart, and I smiled at him, “Sorry, I ruined your shirt.” He smiled back, “No worries,” and kissed me on the forehead. We sat done and completed the movie. After watching it, we conversed about almost everything. My anger, pain, and the betrayal.  As the conversation came to a conclusion, he received a phone call and I saw his facial expression altered. It was time for him to go. I hugged him tightly and allowed him to go. I will see him soon.

         After he left, I felt reassured and confident. I went to bed with a smile on my face. I woke up early in the morning to warm arms holding me. I turned around and saw the same familiar smile back in high school. “Good morning.” I said in a soft tone.“Hey beautiful.” He always found ways to flatter me. “I thought you left.” “I did, but I had to come back to spend some more time with you, but you were sleeping so I decided to stay.” “Thank you.” “You’re very welcome.”

      He left around noon after we had lunch. For some odd reason, every time that I’m around him, I feel peacefully, I don’t know why, but he was my talisman.  

      I’ve been looking for a way to go see Ashuan for a very long time. Today was my chance. I had few things left at his apartment, so I decided to drive by to retrieve them. Once I drove by the house, my nervousness kicked in. I wanted to turn around and just walk away, but I couldn’t. I looked in the parking lot, his car wasn’t there which meant he wasn’t home. I still had my own copy of the house key, but I hesitated to use them. Instead, I waited a block away from his apartment until he came home. An hour later, just when I gave up waiting, his car pulled up. I waited for him to get out his car and enter, and then I followed.

         I knocked at the door twice, the third time he opened. We looked at each other as if we’ve seen a ghost. He looked totally different. He’s eyes no longer glowed like they used to, but he looked happy in a way. Ashuan was always someone who loved kids, I’m glad someone could answer his prayers. ‘I wished the person was me.’ Damn those inner thoughts.  “I…I…I uhm came to get my stuff,” I managed to shutter out. “Uhm, yea, yea come in.” Once I entered the house, I felt something different. This was no longer the place I once called home. This was Sara’s home. I entered the master bedroom and grabbed my suitcase; it was exactly where I left it. I noticed the bed sheets were different, not my business. ‘Total lie.’ However it was the only thing that kept me calm and cool. I wanted to check on how he was doing, but I couldn’t find the right words. I grabbed my suitcase and headed toward the door. I turned around and looked at him, with tears on my eyes, one last time, at least for now, and walked away. I didn’t try to hide my emotions from him because he knew how I felt. Ashuan could always read me whether I wanted him to or not. We understood each other more than anyone else in the world. I got into my car, closed the door, looked at him through my mirror since he was standing at the front porch, put on my seat belt, and started reversing. As I was reversing, he ran outside towards my car. I rolled down my window and looked at his sad handsome face. Tears were freely flowing from my eyes more than ever and I couldn’t control them. I felt my soul crying for him to hold me, to comfort me, but it was a little too late. I rolled the window back up and drove away. It was too late; Sara was expecting, and that I couldn’t compete with that.  

          As I drove away, I allowed all my emotions to pore out. I thought about all the five, glorious years we spent together. I thought about our ups and downs. I thought about all the laughter we shared. I thought about all the times he held me in his arms and nibbled on my neck. I thought about the first time we met. I thought about our first date and how we had ended up crashing someone’s car for foolish but romantic reasoning. I thought about everything.

     I didn’t hate him and nor did I hate Sara. I wasn’t driving away from him because I couldn’t fight for him. I was driving away to protect a child from not having a father figure in his or her life. I was protecting a child from wondering how life would’ve been different if their father was present. I was thinking about a mother who would suffer just trying to raise a child all alone. I was thinking with care, but most importantly, with LOVE.

***************************************************************************Wow, writing this part was very emotional for me. I didn’t know whether I should reunite Melanie and Ashuan or not.  Can anyone guess who visited Mel? I had to ask my 3 year old brother to choose who should visit her. So was it Trey or Ashuan or was it a dream? I have to admit, I really wasn’t planning to write this third part like this, the decision Mel made was very brave and a big sacrifice. Way to go Mel.

I don’t know when I will upload next, but until then Happy Holidays!!!!