The Not So Perfect Love Story

16|| Hurting for lost chances

Loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction.

-d.j.

16|| Hurting for lost chances

Charlotte's POV...

"You're deciding what it will be like without trying, Char. Is our love really not worth a second chance?" He asked hurt and pain filling his tone.

There was something lodged in my throat that refused to disappear no matter how many time I swallowed.

"Our love was beautiful, James.

And it deserves to be remembered with happiness for the moments we enjoyed together, the moments where we were each other's world.

A second chance will ruin it and leave us filled with bitterness.

Trust me on this James, because I know me and I know how I will act if we were to get together. Four years is time enough to imagine all the angles of a situation and analyze the outcomes. And we are a house of cards, doomed to fall with the slightest of breeze."
 

I stop speaking and let him wrap his head around it properly.

It may seem like I'm heartless for doing this, but I can't walk into a wall eyes wide open when I know it is going to hurt. And we both have walls around us now; and the gate, to which we held the keys, has been sealed shut.

I look at him and see his eyes searching the area frantically for something to hold onto, his mind whirring with all that I have said.

"We had a great love story, James; some would even call it perfect. But people forget that perfection is an illusion. Our love, was true, beautiful and meant everything to us. But we can't have it again, because this time it won't be enough. We have to let it go, please." I whisper to him.

I stare at him as his eyes roam about on my face looking for something before I give him a small sad smile and get up walking away.

Back inside the house everyone stops whatever they were doing the moment they see me enter through the back door. I stop in my tracks for a moment and look back at them, slightly unnerved and snap a what? in their direction. This seems to get the message through to them that I wish to be left alone.

I go to the storage behind the pantry and pick out a bottle of wine, and grabbing a flute from the kitchen I go to the terrace.

"Do you mind if I share your wine?" Bash's voice filled the silence after about half an hour.

"Would a no stop you?" I asked him.

"Not when it comes to food or wine." He smiles.

He took the chair on the other side of the small round coffee table where the bottle of wine is placed. The two of us then lapsed into a comfortable silence, sipping in our wine and letting our thoughts consume us. It was another hour or so later when I spoke, my thoughts getting a little too much to handle.