You're Mine (GXG) -Completed/Re-Editing-

FOURTEEN

SONYA POV:

It was finally Sunday..

Usually, when it was only me and Amanda, enjoying my Sundays like any other working person in the country was impossible; she'd drag me with her shopping or at some party to "expand my circle". Ironically, thanks to her now, I'd be exempt from babysitting little Lina..

Rare times where being the one in the middle wasn't so bad.

Suddenly, my phone rings.

-"Sonya Roberts speaking"

An old man's voice replies. " Have you forgotten about our meeting today ?"

Right . It was daddy dearest Sunday . Prior to the divorce shortly 8 years ago, my dad made Tara and I promise to stay in touch. 8 years later, I was still keeping it, and not much for Tara; They had an even more strained daughter/father relationship, and it got worse after her departure.

I'll be honest, I still didn't peculiarly like meeting my dad after what he has done. Somehow my mom had a way of convincing me with one of her " he still is your dad, our divorce should not affect your relationship with him " arguments.

Still, despite knowing that in mind, my heart was broken. Also, I couldn't understand yet why my dad had to break up his perfect family to be with another ..

Why would anyone do that ? Were human feelings always so fickle ?and how can one take a commitment such as marriage and fatherhood so lighlty ?

In fact, no matter how many times we met, never was I able to unsee the man who has infliced a brutal stab on our family in the back; Even if we were to meet 100 times from here, that man will never vanish into thin air.

I text him back, nonchallantly, and I drag myself to the bathroom to get ready ..

It was a cozy and decently popular coffeeshop among students, and researchers. Be it my proud nerdy record in hugh school, I have always found some sort of peace in such corners. The corner inhibited by book readers and the intelectuals of the time...

Suddenly, I spot him waving from his seat. My hands fidget on my purse and, shortly after, the waitress comes with a cappucino for me.

I hate cappucino.

He begins. " How are you "

-" Good "

It was suffocating to say the least, ans while he excused himself to take one of his "urgent" calls, I pick up my phone and I pretend to care about my printerest inbox.

When I open my inbox for any potential new messages, the voice of my dad interrupts my pity party.

He attempts a smile as he gets back to his seat.

-" Your boyfriend ?"

Yea right.

I shake my head. " It is nothing "

He chuckles, and I can't help but wonder if he was really was enjoying this.

-" You are not going to be one of those daughters who do not invite their dads to their weddings after the divroce right ? "

I did consider it.

I try to smile, but it feels awkward and vain. " Right "

His chuckle dies down. " Are you that uncomfortable with seeing me?"

8 years could not fix that.

- " I don't know "

I didn't like this tension. I was 25 years old, but it was as if I was transported back to being 17; everything stayed exactly the same with my dad ever since the divorce.

Ironic. Right now, I have become a big deal in my career, but every time we met, it was if I was back to that girl who was only starting out, learning and stumbling 10 times before she finds her way up again, the one who got up every time she fell, even if it hurt, even if she cried, and the one who had to pick herself up from the mud instead of asking for help.

With my dad, I was back to being 17 again,

It felt disturbing.

At last, he sighs.

-" I understand"

Do you ?

-" Do you want to stop these meetings ?"

Did I ?

***

It finishes with me showing him pictures of little Lina, the daughter he was not around when she was concieved . Out of 3 of us, she won the medal of being the girl who was truly growing up without a father figure and who didn't even know what her father looked like..

What can I say ? Our family was such a fit material for a soap opera.

On my way back, I decide to enjoy the rest of the day as a free woman. With a liberating sigh, I realize .. Today was one of those days; the ones where your mind feels the urge to wonder how about "far-fetched" answers such as how many people would attend your wedding, or your funeral ..

Will the woman who smiled at me in the supermarket be there ? How about the taxi driver who wished me a good day? and what about the delivery guy?

My mind kept wandering and wandering. For some reason, I had a lot to think about, and I liked that. Or maybe it was just about time I admitted that Amanda was right about my social skills ?

Nah . Not gonna boost her already big ego.

So I take the bus heading towards the beach and I let myself get carried by the motion. Once at the station, I run like a little girl towards the beach, and I jump into the waters.

The weather was cloudy, but that didn't stop me from diving into the cold water .. I needed to feel alive. Lately , I've been feeling as if I was on the "dark" mode.

The beach looked empty, and if not for the passing cars and people walking by, occasionally, I would be as good as lost in a deserted place.

That is, until the (un)expected happens. At first, drizzles of rain start pouring. Soon after, long water dripplets start falling from the sky. Shivering, I try to make my way back to the shore, but the stream was too strong, and the gentle cold breeze has turned into a merciless wind that was blocking my body and making my return even more laborious.

Suddenly, there was nothing to hang onto, to hold onto . And just like that, my fantasy comes to an end ..

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Author Note:

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Madlez