Venessa

Chapter 56

After swimming. More like, me clinging to him as, he kept us floating, we finally made our way out of the water.

It felt reliving.

"Stay here." He said, as he jogged his way, all the way to the car parking. And I was left wondering, what exactly he was doing.

After around 10 minutes, he came back running. Holding a small bag in his hand.  I noticed he changed, his clothes and was now wearing a white oversized shirt and grey sweatpants, with a small towel wrapped around his neck.

"Here." He said, bringing up the bag in front of me. "Their are all of your clothes and extra towel in it. I also kept a moisturizer, in case you need it." He grinned.

By this time, I was actually shivering. But, I couldn't stop myself from asking.

"When did you pack? And my clothes?" I asked, confused.

"Well... I may or may not have, sneaked in you're room, when you were napping." He said, sheepishly. "I'm sorry. To invade you're privacy. But, you wouldn't have listened to me, if I would've told you, to pack for the beach." He said, a guilty look in his eyes.

"It's okay. And thank you for bringing me here." I say, glancing back at the waves. I take a moment to register the beautiful scene and turn back, to give him a smile.

He gladly returns the gesture.

Then, he points out a changing booth, situated a little away and asks me to change. I nod and make my way upto the booth. As, I turn to close the door, I find him sitting a few meters ahead, parallel to the booth. He looked at the ocean ahead as, his back facing me.

I smiled at his gesture, to give privacy and protection at the same time.

I close the door and start, going through the contents of the bag. It had a cute top and some sweats with a pair of black innerware. I know, I should feel embarrassed but, I'm way past that phase with him. He's practically seen me a single towel and brought me pads & tampons, even before I asked for them.

He's really an angel to me.

I quickly changed and started drying my hair. I don't feel the need to moisturise right now, so I skip it and head out the booth with the bag.

He's still sitting there. I go to him and sit besides him. He turns to look at me and smiles fondly.

And as we sit their, watching the sun go down very slowly in complete silence, I fell into a turmoil. How on earth am I ever going to pay him back? He's done, everything from saving me, to giving me a home.

Home...

He was my home?

"It's beautiful. Isn't it?" He asked interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh, yes. It is!" I said, looking back at him.

"Vanessa. I want you to answer something honestly. Will you?" He asks, looking at me with a different emotion.

"Um...yes?"

He drew in a breath and closed his eyes for a second, leaving me confused. I kept looking at him, waiting for his question.

"If you'd ever get a chance, to meet Priscilla again, what will you do?" He asked, looking deep into my eyes.

This took me aback.

Priscilla.

The mere thought of her, brought endless thoughts of pain, anger and disgust.

I accept, I was too idiot to see any of her tactics or too naïve to understand her games but, even when, she knew everything about me, she took advantage of me. She used me to play, she used to doll me around and threw me away when, her playtime was over. She didn't even care about me. At all.

But, it was all my fault at last.

I was the stupid one, who wanted to die just because, I couldn't take in her rejection. Because I was too tired of being thrown, away by life. To be left alone at last.

I was too tired to love again.

I never want to see her again in my life. And the mere thought of seeing her again, makes me rage and run away.

"I'd leave that place immediately." I said firmly, almost gritting my teeths.

"I understand." He said, nodding "but, that's not the right thing to do, Vanessa." He said, looking straight ahead. "She's also a part of you're past. And rather important one." He turned to look me in the eye. "You can't possibly move ahead in life, if you hold onto grudges from the past." He spoke softly.

"It's all about letting go." He whispered.

I don't know why but, this made me angry and so, I replied him mockingly.
"Oh really? Is that what you think!" I said in disbelief. "What you would've done, if someone used you so horribly? Huh? Would you still forgive them, when they were the reason for you to die?!" I asked, angered. "Tell me? Did you ever forgive you're girlfriend?"

His expression changed and I realized, what I said. He looked ahead, at the sunset and I panicked.

I hurted him. I didn't mean to do it. I was just angered. I... I am...

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to sa-" I stuttered as he cut me off.

"Yes. I forgave her." He turned to look at me. "Or I wouldn't have been the person, I am today." He smiled, slightly at me and my heart ached.

"This whole idea of finding 'the one', is what hurts. Not the idea of them, leaving us. We've created this idea of finding this one person who's supposed to complete us. To fulfill all of our expectations, dreams, desires, wishes. Someone to fulfill our needs, even before we ask them to. And this whole idea of finding our 'soulmate' is what crushes our soul, in the first place." I blink slowly to understand whatever he said.

" When in reality, all of us know that nothing is perfect, and so is love. It is not bounded to a single person but, you can love, anyone to anything. They're not here to complete you, you're complete in yourself, they just provide you a safe place to be yourself. They won't fulfill your expectations, desires, wishes or anything. They're just here to live with you and see you doing that, on your own. They just inspire you to be the best of yourself. And to share a spiritual connection, over endless comfortable silence, is what love is like."

"Love is imperfect. And the idea of it is to, embrace each other with all of their imperfections." He smiled softly and looked ahead at the sea.

He didn't turn to look at me and so, I turned to look at the waves too. All of this made me feel a bit uneasy and felt hard to accept so, I decided to change the topic. Because I didn't wanted to answer his question.

Finally, I asked the question that's been dreading me, for so long now. So I drew in a deep breath and spoke.

"T-the night, you saw the c-cuts, why did you cry?" I asked looking at him.

A soft smile crept, over his lips and ducked his head low, smiling to himself. I kept looking at him as, he just smiled sweetly. Almost shyly.

Finally, he looked at me in the eyes and his eyes dilated evidently, as the very last rays of sun, reflected over his skin and the emotion on his face was something I never saw but, was definately beautiful. He kept looking at me for a while & eventually spoke.

"Because, I love you."

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