Her Life with the Prince (Completed)

XXXI

(A/N: You can play Come Back... Be Here by Taylor Swift while reading this chapter. That song is the inspiration of this chapter and Shirley's feelings to Prince Alexander.)

XXXI

I did not wait anymore for Katherine. I strode faster to the palace. I did not know if she was still following me or watching me for acting weird again. She had no idea–maybe she had a little–what was going on between me and Prince Alexander.

He already broke his words. Or, he had already forgotten about it after seeing his undeniably hot ex-girlfriend. Tears streamed down from my eyes. I kept on brushing it so no one could see me crying. I should not cry because he was nothing, but a jerk. But my chest hurt. If only I could remove it, I already did.

For the past week, even though I knew that he was not in his office, I went there every after lunch. Just to sit on the couch where we always had our coffee break. Sometimes, I was imagining him sitting on his swivel chair while watching me intently. There were times I pictured I was talking to him, saying to him the things I wanted to tell. And I thought, he also wanted to know.

I wanted to feel his presence even going to the places where we had been together. He did not give me a freaking call, and now, I was crazy thinking of him. Overreacting was the right word for me, it was only one week since we had seen each other, but it was like a decade for me.

I was a blur. I arrived at the palace at the fastest time. The guard checked if I was an employee there and brought nothing harmful from the outside.

Thankfully, no one disturbed to turn their heads in my direction.

I entered my room and locked it. I sat on my bed and started to cry. I could not stop my tears. I wished I was anywhere but here. I wished I never decided to believe in his words that still giving me chills even though I was crying because of him. I hated him for being Prince Alexander the playboy. I hated him for having a lot of ex-girlfriends. I hated him because he broke something inside me.

Probably, he still loved her, and that woman could return his feelings immediately. Unlike me, who was nonchalant for his feelings as if it was nothing. I did not mind before what would be the effect if I kept on rejecting him, making him wait for the contingency of loving him back.

And, I regretted that I did not assure him about it when he left. Maybe, I was too late.

The telephone in my room rang. I just stared at it for like three rings, before I realized someone was calling me. I brushed my cheeks using the back of my palm before taking the receiver of the telephone.

I sobbed, "Hello."

"Shirley," that voice froze every senses I had, even the world I was living. I was angry, disappointed, excited, nervous even happy at the same time. I thought only Lola could do it, but now, I was able to show all my emotions simultaneously. "Are you crying?" he asked in a concern tone.

"I'm not crying, damn you, Your Highness," at least, I was still polite to him.

There was a hint of confusion in his voice, "Shirley, why are you crying? And why are you cursing?"

"Because I hate you, Your Highness, and your damned whore ex-girlfriend," I screamed and bit my lower lip because tears were threatening to fall down again.

"Shirley, please calm down," he said in monotone, "Will you tell me what's happening there?"

I mocked a laugh, "Nothing happens here, Your Highness, I think something is happening there."

"I'm fine, Shirley, you don't need to worry. And, if you're crying because you missed me, just wait, okay? It's only a week long until we see each other again," he stated casually.