Maybe This Time

Chapter 3

Y/N POV

I got into the house safe. I'm too tired to cook so I just make myself a black coffee. I make myself comfortable in the hammock of my garden. I'm thinking about my life, how it's going to be if she didn't leave me. If she chose to stay and fight for our love. If she gave me a reason why or maybe what I did wrong so I can make things right for her. What would our lives be?

I'm looking at the stars on how they shine so bright. I'm amazed at how the moon gives me a light in this hopeless place. The night is so peaceful and calm. A ring from my phone brings me back to reality. I look at the callers I'D she probably misses me. 

"Hi, Mom" I greet her. 

"How are you there?" she asks, I sigh and run my hands through my hair. "Tired, you know toxic duties," I said. "and I'm going to New York next week for a doctors conference" I inform her. 

"good for you. I told you to travel so you would divert your mind, you're not listening to me" she said, I can see her rolling my eyes on me. Scolded again. 

"You know how busy I am. And even I want to go and enjoy my life, I can't. My job comes first. Besides danger is always with me" I said. "I know how busy you are since your going to New York why not visit me here with your siblings? We miss you." Mom said making me smile. I miss them too especially my siblings who always give me headaches. I'm the eldest and every responsibility is on my shoulder. It's hard but when you see them smile, you know you did your job very well.

"Of course. Can I ask for a favor? Can you go to my house there and hire some cleaners? I'll be staying there, though they said I'll be staying at the hotel. But I want to feel at home" I ask her. "Yes. When will you be here? So I can call them early to clean the house" she asks.

"Second to the last week of this month, I have still a week here to finish my ongoing surgeries and post-op check-ups," I said. "Okay then. Are you ready?" She implores. New York is my hometown, everything happen there from the first time I met her until she left me.

"For what?" I inquire her even though I know what she means. "You know what I mean. If you met her here. The world is small, deny it or not your going to see her face again" I sigh and stare at the void.

"You didn't move on, don't you?" She asks. I close my eyes and put my hands on my mouth because of frustration. "How? That after all these years even she breaks my heart, this dumbass is still in love with her" I said.

"I can't even find myself hating her for what she did. My mind says just hate her, to look what she did to me. To loath her for leaving me at the altar," I said, and tears starting to fall "but this heart keeps on loving her."

I heard mom sigh on the other line, she knows everything that happen to me after she left. From how a packed my things and left New York to start a new life, to move on, to forget her. But it didn't work.

"I know how much you love her, even she breaks your heart your still going to go forgive her. But if you met someone, give them a chance. You deserved to be loved and to loved." Mom said. "I know, thank you, mom," I said. "I'm going to sleep now," I said to her. We bid goodbye and sip my coffee.

I go to my room and clean myself. I wear boxer shorts and an oversized shirt. I flop myself in the bed. I let myself take a rest.

"Where's the bride?" I ask. She's late on our wedding day. I'm starting to panic, thinking that there's something happened to her way. They call her but she didn't answer.

I run out to the church and look around for her. I spot her and hug her. She didn't hug me back. What? What's happening?

"Are you okay?" I ask her. She didn't answer. "Hey, love?" I ask her again. She looks at me in the eyes, "the wedding is over" she said. My heart falls in the pit of my stomach. My knees tumble. Tears starting to fall.

"Wha-what do you mean?" I ask her holding her hands but shoving my hands away from her. I step back. "I don't love you anymore, your too much for me, your suffocating. I don't want to get married to you. It feels like im getting married to an immature person. You are irritating and dramatic. You can't live on your own. And I regret saying yes to you. I regret loving you."

"Is this what you want?" I ask her crying. "Is this what you want, I'll give it to you" I said wiping my tears.

"Yes. Goodbye," she said bitterly and go to the car. And leave me all alone in my wedding suit.

My knees fall to the ground, I cry myself out. Questions started to show in my mind. What am I going much? What did I do to suffocate her, what did I give her to back off on our wedding day?

The rain started to fall, covering my tears coming out from my tired eyes. People come around and hold me back to the church. I did pay any attention to them.

The bride left her bride.

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Everything will get better, don't worry. The ride will start when Y/N got to New York. I don't want to spoil but be ready.

Hope you have a great day ahead.

See you in the next chapter.
-jade