This is not a love story.
It's about a girl, who no longer wants to shine in the spotlight.
A girl who no longer wants to be the villain.
A girl who no longer wants her husband.
A girl who finally took off her blindfold, and embrace her second chan...
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I watched as the tea spilled onto Eli's hands, but his eyes didn't waver. Instead, he stood up. "Tell Trevon I don't feel well, so I went home. He'll understand."
I can't deny the fact that I have been dragging Eli along in my emotional rollercoaster.
But can you blame me?
I got out of a twenty years marriage half a year ago, got sent back in time, recoiled with my family, and found out that I had feelings for my brother's best friend.
And that isn't all the obstacles.
I'm surprised I haven't faced a mental breakdown.
So, what's wrong with taking my time?
I'll tell you what's wrong.
The conflicted feeling of the young man in front of me is what's wrong.
Everything I'm going through.
He doesn't know it.
Maybe, there's a little awareness, but not enough to understand.
Instinctively, I grabbed his sweater. Eli stops walking, "Ava. Please-" he stops talking. "Wait. Wait. W-Why are you crying?"
Am I crying?
Eli went on his knees, "Oh. No. No. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I take everything back. I'm not pushing. No pushing at all. I'll hold onto the short end of the stick and-"
I shook my head, "Don't say that. You're right. I'm the wrong one. I should've done this properly instead of beating around."
Eli wipes away the tears, "Ava."
I tuck my lips over my teeth, "I-I-I...I like you."
His hands stop moving.
"But I can't do it. I can't move on...not yet." I'm grateful that it's empty inside the cafe. "And I don't want you to spend your youth waiting for me."
"Then, what do you want me to do?" He asks. "Do you want me to be with Mary?"
I look at him.
He noticed that too.
If I can, I would applaud Eli for his observation skills. But, this doesn't seem like the right time to be clapping.
I puffed my cheeks and forced myself not to bring up the winter ball.
"I asked Mary to take pictures with me during the winter ball because...well, you look so beautiful that day. If we took pictures together, I was afraid I might throw up."
He shouldn't be like this.
It makes things harder.
"I'm sorry for my outburst earlier," he chuckles. "I-" he swallows, "I allowed my insecurities to get the best of me."
