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Sandro and I decided to settle for a small café by Michael's office, it was fairly quiet and private and it allowed us to talk without worrying about our business getting out. Sitting across from him now brings back a lot of memories from back then. I know its been two years but I still feel so guilty about what happened. Most people would call me a fool for feeling guilty when he was the one that broke my heart but I shouldn't have put him through that test, Alex and I have kept in touch over the years and he has told me that Sandro hasn't been the same since I left and hates him even more now. I know about Sandro hating Alex, Alex told Sophie and she told us. Honestly, I understand Sandro's hate, I mean I hated Mira after the accident and how she abandoned me and dad after mom died. I have forgiven her now but back then I wanted nothing more but to rid my life of her, she doesn't know the half of what I went through when she wasn't there but the she just waltzes back in my life like nothing happened. I remember the first 6 months I didn't talk to her after she finally came to her senses and came back to the group. Everyone else may have forgiven her but I didn't, not until mom's death anniversary when she told me why she left and she finally apologized, for leaving me and for dad. She was my twin and I needed her when mom died but I guess I understand her.
There was a very awkward silence between us, so I looked up intending to break it when I noticed he was already looking at me. I blushed and looked away.
"So..." He started "How have you been" I looked at him hoping the answer was written on my face. I mean anyone who knows me knows how I'm doing. I looked at his face searching for any ulterior motives hidden behind the question but there was none just genuine concern.
Concern for what? I wonder or who?
I mean I can say I've been doing good or I can tell the truth I've been hiding all these years. The real reason I left. That would just complicate things even further. I think I better keep that one to myself for now. Plus this night be the last time I'm seeing him so.....
Finally gathering my thought and words I answered.
"Good?" I cursed myself for sounding unsure. I mean no one should know how I've been doing better than me right? So why can't I give an honest answer? I looked down not wanting him to see my shame.
"That's.... great" He replied and there was silence again. This is really awkward. I mean why force yourself to do this knowing how we left things. I mean I guess I can't really blame myself. I went to his apartment that day to confess and apologize. I would have accepted anything he threw at me because I knew our love was real. Damn I was a fool. Of course he didn't love me. I knew he was only in it for the sex. If he wasn't why was he so quick to have another bimbo in his bed. The plan Alex and I had wasn't all that bad I mean it worked up until the very last day.
I blink feeling the tears forming. Taking a deep breath, I say "I'm sorry for the way things ended between us" NOT!!!!! Why'd I say that? He's gonna think I still like him now.
"Don't you?" That annoying voice in my head says. I ignore her not being in the mood to have an inner battle with myself.
Sandro leaned forward on the table resting his elbow on the table with his hands under his chin. He looked adorable. I said in my head for obvious reasons.
"Are you really?" He looked at me like he could see right through my lies. Like he was staring into my soul. It made me feel naked and cold but still I nod. He scoffed resting his back on the chair.
"It was two years ago. Forget about it. I mean what better time to start over if not now. " He said with a smirk on his face. I wasn't expecting him to be so forgiving. But I'll take what I can get.
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Revenge of Love (Lost in Love #1)
RomanceI sigh and bite my inner cheek wanting to stop the tears from pouring down but it doesn't work. This is all your fault Sandro, why couldn't you just be different from all the others I guess I just have terrible taste in men "I'm sorry guys I can't...