TWISTED DREAMS

19. Dahlia

̶L̶i̶a, ̶I ̶l̶i̶k̶e ̶y̶o̶u! ̶O̶h ̶m̶y ̶g̶o̶d, ̶L̶i̶a.

̶I f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g ̶l̶i̶k̶e ̶y̶o̶u!

Remember when I said, I like you?

I lied.

.

.

It's been two months.

Two fucking months for feeling what a heartache is.

It's been two months for Jeremy broke my heart.

He broke my soul.

He lied to me.

.

Why?

.

I never,

Wait,

Dahlia Christian Harper never had to know what heartache is.

Never.

.

I always got what I wanted. I always earned what I desired and I always have what I like.

Not Jeremy.

I can't have him. I can't have him. I can't have him.

I've heard Aunt Bridget saying once in her royal speech,

.

"You can have, buy or snatch the things you desire, 

But not humans.

You cannot have humans without their will.

They're yours physically,

But heart seeks soul and not body.

Empty bodies are nothing but vast darkness."

.

.

She was right. She was absolutely right.

You cannot force human being to be yours.

You'll never have their heart.

All you can have is their body, touch and few minutes of pleasure.

.

.

You cannot have someone's,

Ugly laugh,

Happy tears,

Deep thoughts,

Caring pecks,

Soft gaze.

You cannot have those all forcefully.

"Lia?" Mom's voice broke my thought process. She entered into my room all dressed up and ready to go. "Are you ready?" She asked. Tomorrow is Camilla's birthday and we all are attending it in Eldorra. Niko's coming home to surprise her.

At least I'm happy for that.

"I am." I picked up my bag and walked towards the door. Mom hold my wrist as I tried to hide my tensed face. She gazed and explored my facial expression and her palm brushed against my cheek gently.

"I'm proud of you, Lia. You've been so strong all these months." Mom said. Mom has been so supportive and always been there in these three painful months. She didn't know what exactly happened between me and Jeremy but she know that we broke up.

We never dated.

"I'm okay, Mom." I said. I don't like to be the girl who keeps crying over a boy and lose her charm, dreams, and aura by embracing the sorrows. Though I'm not okay, I can pretend to be.