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Alexander's POV

Damn it. I came back to New York after moving away, and I was invited by one of my old friends to come to some guys party. As I arrived, I saw her leaving.

I had to look twice before calling her name. But I knew it was her.

When I called her name, she looked back and an instant look of fear took over her eyes. She probably thought it was a figure of her imagination, but no. I was surly there. I see her get in the taxi and tell the driver something and he speeds off.

Was I really that bad? I mean it was only a few times.. maybe more. But she deserved it, always kept fucking up over the simplest of things.

She did look pretty tonight though. Don't get me wrong she was always pretty, that's why I dated her. But I didn't want anyone else to see her in that way. She was for my eyes only.

Her curves didn't help either. That's what attracted the guys to her and it pissed me off. I didn't want her thinking she could get any guy she wanted, and leave me, so the only way was to tell her the opposite of everything she believed.

"Your thighs look fat in those shorts, no one wants to see that. Take it off."

I remember telling her that. But in reality she looked perfect in them. When I told her that I could see the tears starting to form in her eyes but she knew better than to cry in front of me. I hated that shit.

Before she got in the cab I saw her walking and she seemed to have way more confidence than what she had before with me. She stood tall in those heels, and that dress accented her body in all the right ways. I felt a sudden want for her again. I know she's changed though. If I called her name she would have stood In place then walk to me. But no, this time although she looked scared, she kept moving farther from me.

I wonder if she has someone new in her life. But then again it's not like I can't ask my friend for her number. I'll try and talk to her again, hopefully she's just as broken as before. Because it'll be hell trying to break her all over again. She was very strong and opinionated. If she's as confident as I saw her tonight, she might have been getting fixed back together by someone else.

Whoever he is, must be wasting his time.

She can't be loved.

And she never will be.

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