𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 ✓ (#1)

44. I'm sorry

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The sound of rain pattering against my window filled my ears. Tightening the grip around my coffee mug I watched the tar-black sky and the large clouds.

The rain makes me feel like I'm on my way to a beginning of something as it washes me anew, leaving remnants but gentle reminders of where I once was. My head feels lighter, my moods improves and a burden on my shoulder had been lifted.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on my door, breaking me out of my trance.

"Enter!"

My husband walked in and rushed to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me up from the small sofa.

"What are you-"

He was dragging me down the stairs. Elias opened the front door, pulling us outside, letting the rain hit our skin.

A big smile was plastered on my face as I stepped even further, opening my hands, the heavy rain drenching my clothes, hair and face. Happiness was overwhelming me. I felt Elias's presence behind me so I turned around. His hair was already wet, droplets of the rain sliding down his face. He looked so handsome, as always.

In an instant, Elias pressed his lips against mine. I couldn't hold back and kissed him back, holding onto his neck. It started off as a passionate kiss, droplets of rain dripping down our faces. His hands in my hair, mine caressing his chest.

I love it. The intense feeling of happiness and butterflies. It makes me feel so connected with Elias.

There is something so heavenly about our kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just won't wait.

Pulling away, we both rested our foreheads against each other.

"Paris..." Elias whispered.

I closed my eyes.

"Paris I want to tell you something." He said and my heart started beating faster. What if- what if he says something I'm scared to hear from him. "Paris, I-" he breathed out. "I-"

Suddenly, a car appeared and parked in front of us. The lights making me scrunch my eyes. Who even is this? The rain making it harder for me to see.

Someone got out of the driver seat, it looked like a man, I guess.

Wait, is that Doctor Dalton?

Elias tightened his grip around my waist. Is something going on? I glanced at him to see that he has an uncomfortable and angry expression on his face.

I furrowed my brows when the door of the passenger seat opened. All I saw was someone's heel, then the person got out of the car as I looked at it from up and down. High black heels, black dress, brown fur coat...

And when I realized who it really was...my heart stopped.

Everything stopped for a second. My whole world stopped.

My stomach twisted and I froze. I didn't even feel the rain anymore, I didn't feel Elias's grip, I didn't feel anyone else's presence except hers. I didn't see anyone except me and my mom.

"Paris." She trailed off, she sounded like she was about to cry.

I shook my head. This- this wasn't real. This is a dream.

My mom wasn't standing in front of me.

No...

I didn't even feel my tears that were falling down my cheek, mixing with the droplets of the rain.

Elias let go of my waist and went by Doctor Dalton's side, saying something to him that I couldn't really understand. He looked angry and Doctor Dalton just kept his expression neutral.

I saw her, step by step, coming closer to me.

"Paris..." she whispered. She touched a strand of my wet hair and cried even harder, her make up was all smudged as she was bailing her eyes out.

And I just stood there, still in shock. What is she even doing here? How does she know about me? How did she find me?

"I- I missed you so much," she said and suddenly hugged me.

All I want to do right now is vomit, I have a big urge to do that. All the anxiety that was building inside me made me dizzy. All these years, while I've been going through so much, she wasn't here.

I hate her.

Sometimes, I used to miss her a lot, but that was before i married Elias. I feel like he filled a large, empty space in my heart.

I grabbed her hands and pulled her off of me. With my breathing getting heavier, I ran to the house and went inside. Few seconds later, Elias barged in, immediately taking me in his arms.

"Paris, breath, okay? Just breath," he muttered as I tried to do as he said. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He barely whispered.

"How did- how did she find me?" I asked but never got an answer.

"Let's go upstairs." And with that said, he picked me up in bridal style and walked to my room. Elias asked me if he can change my clothes but since I was crying too much, all I could do was nod. He took off my wet clothes and replaced them with my pajamas.

My heart was hurting so much as I continued crying for the next few hours while Elias held me, whispering "I'm sorry" every second.

Why is he sorry?

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Well...i'm sorry for the short chapter😖