A Lover To Him

Chapter Two, Two can play this game

I sigh deeply before I slowly open the door, still anxious for meeting Caine fucking Williams after six fucking years. I'm afraid to see him again because I think that it will only hurt me again. I'm afraid that if I look into his beautiful eyes, I will see and feel things I've tried my hardest to forget and put away for such a long time.

It took me such a long time to forget and get over Caine Williams, and I'm scared that when I see him again, all the effort it took will be for nothing. It took everything of me to forget him and his actions, and I don't want to start again. Maybe, it's because somewhere deep inside me, there's a part of me that still hopes we have a shot at a happy ending, but it's like the rest of myself keeps reminding me that it's not going to happen.

I never thought I would need to face him again so soon. Sure, I know that maybe we would see each other again, explain to each other what really happened between us, and we'll finally understand. We'll laugh about the good times, remember the bad times, and shoot each other a sad smile as the tears well up in our eyes, but I never thought I would have to face him so soon.

It feels like all the wounds and scars are still fresh and not completely healed, and I'm scared they'll bleed again at the slightest word. I never wanted to let him go but I knew I had to. I was sure he had moved on, and I knew I couldn't keep holding on to someone who wasn't even thinking about me. I still loved him, and I believe a part of me will always love him, but I can't hold on to that love and not allow myself to be happy. Letting him go almost destroyed me, but I know holding on to him would have killed me.

"Hello? Mom? You didn't come all the way to London to see me, right? I mean, I know I was in a terrible car crash, but I swear I'm-" His voice stops in the middle of the sentence, and I can hear him sucking in his breath. His voice sounds deeper and stronger, but I can still hear the voice I fell in love with underneath it.

I slowly look up, seeing him lying in the hospital bed. His face is covered with cuts and grazes, and his skin is paler than his normal tanned skin tone, but he still manages to look good in a hospital shirt after a car crash. His hair has grown a bit since I last saw him, but it's still as messy as always. His facial features are more expressed and sharper than they were, and he looks like he trained more than he used to.

Yet, his beautiful, mesmerizing ice-blue eyes are still the same eyes I drowned in six years ago, but they look tired now. I notice he hasn't changed much over the years, but his looks did improve over the years. He looks more attractive than he did in high school, and I suppose it has something to do with the maturity in his face.

"Mia." He says with a surprised and confused tone in his voice. He frowns his eyebrows for a second, and he lets his eyes roam over my body. He rises from the bed, but a painful expression crosses his face as he tries to sit. I quickly rush to him, slowly letting him fall back on the mattress.

"You shouldn't try to sit straight, Mr. Williams. You have been in a terrible car crash, and that doesn't go without injuries. You had surgery on the bone in your leg yesterday afternoon, right after you got to the emergency room. They had to operate you almost immediately." I explain.

I have no clue why I suddenly care because I know I shouldn't. Especially, since this is the guy that left me without saying anything. Instead, he left a stupid note saying he'll be sorry for eternity. Well, sorry wastes valuable time. It's better if you just live your life as you'll never be sorry and do the right thing from the start so there's nothing to apologize for.

Not that I'm the one to talk.

I have done many things I regretted, and I regret many things I didn't do. I have said and done things I'm sorry for, but you only realize it after it is done. Anyway, it was just a short piece of advice from a good book I once read.