Whispers Of The Heart

Chapter 18 - Whispers Of The Past

CLAY'S POV:
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2 weeks later
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I leave after New Year's in about a week and today was the last day that me and George were busy with moving his mom.

After that night, Anne decided to file for divorce from her husband. Within a few days, she found a new house not too far away from George's place.

We've been helping her move her stuff for the past two weeks. It's safe to say that she likes me a lot.

However, today is one of those nights when despite the exhausting work of moving furniture and boxes all day, sleep seems impossible.

I toss and turn in bed, restless and unable to find sleep, while George remains sound asleep beside me. After battling for nearly two hours, I surrender to the sleeplessness and decide to get up. I grab my phone, using its screen as a flashlight to guide me through the darkness as I make my way to the kitchen.

As I enter the kitchen, I switch on the light above the stove, illuminating the room. I begin rummaging through the cupboard in search of a suitable glass. After finding one large enough, I swiftly fill it with water and gulp it down, hoping it will satisfy my growling stomach.

Still feeling hungry after finishing the glass of water, I decide on the fridge. However, nothing catches my attention, so I close the door disappointedly. Just as I'm about to open the upper cabinets to search for some instant noodles, my phone dings, grabbing my attention.

Curious about the unexpected message in the early hours of the morning, I realize it's likely from Nick in Florida, where it isn't so late.

I reach into my pocket and check the notification.

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Anonymous

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This was George, two years ago. If you don't believe it, go check his phone. He's still logged into the old account as well as the ones he uses now.
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My heart skips a beat as I see another message from the anonymous sender. Curiosity getting the better of me, I tap on the link, which opens up a fake Twitter account.

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My heart sinks as I scroll through the tweets on the account. They are the very same tweets that led to my cancellation, the words that tore me apart and shattered my dreams. This person, the one behind it all, has now resurfaced, reopening the wounds I thought had started to heal. The pain and anguish flood back, overwhelming me in a wave of emotions.

My hands tremble as I reread the message, my mind struggling to process the words before me. It claims that the one that cancelled me was George, the person I love and trust with all my heart. The weight of this revelation crashes over me like a tidal wave, I find myself questioning everything I thought I knew.

I feel conflicted, torn between my love for George and the voices in my head. Something inside me urges me to check his phone for answers.

The thoughts in my head have been wrong before, and I'd rather be wrong now than ignore my doubts and potentially face pain. I know I need to check George's phone to find the truth.

I feel a rush of adrenaline as I silently walk towards the bedroom. My heart is heavy because I trust George, but I want to be sure. I'll feel guilty if I'm wrong, but I need to check, just in case.

My hands tremble as I hesitate before unplugging his phone. I question my decision, unsure if it's due to lack of sleep or the rush of adrenaline. Deep down, a feeling tells me that it was George, and I never wanted my feelings to be wrong until now.

I unplug his phone and open his Twitter. I browse through his different accounts, including his private account, main account, alt account, and...

My eyes keep fixating on the name of the last account. My heart sinks, and a shiver runs through my body. I unlock my phone and open the link from Anonymous once more. I examine the username carefully, examining each letter and number, desperately searching for any difference.

It's him. It was George all along. My world crumbles around me as tears well up in my eyes. With trembling hands, I hastily take a picture of his phone screen with mine, capturing the undeniable evidence. I can't bear to stay in the bedroom any longer, so I hurriedly leave, clutching onto the truth that has shattered my trust.

I sink into the couch, my mind in denial and my heart heavy with sorrow. The puzzle pieces start falling into place, connecting the dots of George's behavior. It hits me like a tidal wave - the reason why he acted so strangely when I revealed that I'm Dream.

The truth dawns on me, bringing a mix of devastation and anger. He knew all along, and he played his part. My chest tightens, and a sob escapes my lips as the weight of his actions crashes down upon me.

In the deafening silence that envelops me, my heart sinks even deeper into the abyss of sadness. The world around me becomes mute, the faint sounds of passing cars fading. All that remains is the continuous rhythm of my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears like a relentless reminder of the pain I'm feeling. Each beat echoes the extent of the betrayal, intensifying the ache in my chest.

I shoot up from the couch and stumble towards the bathroom, my mind racing and my heart pounding in my chest. I hurriedly gather my belongings. Every item I pack feels heavy with the weight of betrayal, fueling a wave of growing anger within me.

As I make my way to the bedroom, I can't help but glance at George, peacefully sleeping, unaware of the storm that rages inside me. The sight only intensifies the conflicting emotions swirling within me. I feel as if the ground beneath me has crumbled, leaving me in a state of shock and disbelief.

With trembling hands, I throw my clothes into the suitcase. I forcefully close the suitcase. Gripping the handle tightly, I stand there, staring at the peaceful face of the person I thought I knew.

My fists clench, my knuckles turning white, as the waves of anger and betrayal crash against my weak composure. In that moment, I realize that the person I trusted with all my heart had shattered our relationship, leaving behind only pieces of what once was.

With a heavy sigh, I turn away from George, my eyes filled with tears that refuse to fall. The suitcase in my grasp feels like a burden, symbolizing the weight of the truth I now carry. As I leave the room, I close the door behind me, shutting out the painful memories and the shattered illusions.

I leave.

I don't want to talk to him ever again.

With a heavy heart and tears streaming down my face, I summon the strength to call a taxi and make my way to the airport. The journey feels surreal as if I'm moving through a fog of disbelief and pain. Every passing minute brings a mixture of anger, sadness, and confusion that I can hardly bear.

As I sit in the airport terminal, waiting to board the plane, I find the courage to send the picture of George's phone to him. My hands shake as I press the send button, knowing that this act marks the end of us. With a final act, I block his number, protecting myself from any further heartache his actions may bring.

A heavy silence hangs in the air as I board the plane, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of betrayal lingers in my thoughts, casting a shadow over the memories we once shared.

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