Learn To Love Again

CHAPTER 2 (Ryan Fletcher)

My holiday in Tenerife had been amazing as heaven and as heartbreaking as hell. Cece and I had planned to stay there until after my birthday, but after a very tragic revelation, I stormed out of our hotel suite and booked an urgent flight back to London.

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Flashback:

Cece left our room for a swim at the beach with her friend. I was still suffering from a hangover, so I prompted to stay. In her absence, her phone beeped endlessly. Annoyed, I took it and read the message:

Babe, when will you be back? I can’t wait to be inside you again. Don’t catch too much sun OK?

I would’ve crushed the damn phone to pieces, but instead, I got up from the bed. This must be a misunderstanding. Someone must’ve typed the wrong number. Different thoughts clouded my mind. I need to confirm this.

On my way to the door, a thud made me turn around. Cece’s bag was laid on the floor, its contents spilling out. I picked up a pink notebook and flipped through its pages. There were dates written on the upper-right corner of each page. It was a diary. I was about to put it back to the bag when a Polaroid picture fell on the floor. So it’s true. It was a picture of Cece kissing another man. What added fuel to the fire was the date written on the bottom of the picture. It was taken three days before we left for Tenerife. I turned to the diary on my other hand. Bracing myself for the unexpected, I opened the diary and read it.

Curiosity killed the cat, they said. I don’t know about the cat, but curiosity just saved me from the depths of despair and lies; saved me from falling too hard. What made me sick was the fact that the girl whom I thought loved me, only wanted to me for my fame. I packed my things and left for London without talking to her.

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 How fitting. London’s weather beseemed my anguish. It was three in the morning when I got back, the guys were sound asleep in their rooms. Even if I wanted to sleep, I couldn’t. It’s not because of the time difference or the jetlag; but because of the recent disclosure.

I took the guitar from the stand beside the TV. This will save me. I strummed the melody that formulated in my head during the flight. I reached for the pen and music sheet by the end table and started scribbling notes and chords.

DIARY

I read your diary

And it said

That you weren't in love with me

And you're leaving

And I wish that I didn't see

That you fell in love with him (him, him)

I, I read your diary

I saw a book with lock and key right next to your name

I couldn't help myself cause things ain't just been the same

Can you please tell me cause this shit is so insane

My heart is bleeding

Papercut from reading (reading)

(Page 1)

Says that your falling in and out of love

(Page 2)

Says all damm things I do just ain't enough

(Page 3)

No I couldn't see, Page 3 says you don't know how to explain it to me

But I read your diary