1,2,3 And.. Love! (GXG)

Chapter 22

Zoya's POV

Everything is happening at a whirlwind pace. I can hardly believe how incredible Olivia has been to me since the day we first met, and her warmth and kindness have remained constant. Secretly, I've always longed for her to lean in and kiss me, and when it finally happened, I thought it would be everything I desired. But now, I realize it's left me craving more.

Now, all I want is for Olivia to be by my side in every way imaginable. I yearn to wake up to her radiant presence, to hear her words of endearment meant solely for me. Her eyes lighting up with sheer happiness at the mere sight of me is the image I can't get out of my head. I want to create memories together, cooking side by side, sharing showers, and snuggling up while watching our favorite movies. I'd even willingly surrender my popcorn this time.

Olivia has become my addiction, an extraordinary force I never saw coming. Yet, ironically, she's the addiction I didn't even know I needed. Now, all I crave is to experience the pure joy she brings, without that nagging doubt in the depth of my soul. I want to cherish every single moment our lips meet, without the fear of uncertainty creeping in.

I had this overwhelming urge to escape, even though deep down I knew running away wouldn't solve anything. My heart felt suffocated within my chest, and the pain was too intense to bear. I was lost, unsure of what to do or how to handle it all. The pain was so overwhelming that I was willing to return to the place I despised the most, the place I once called home before Olivia came into my life. I hoped that by going there, I could somehow find solace and clarity, but I already knew that the only true sense of home I could ever have is with her.

Sebastian's constant stream of texts asking about my sudden decision and whether Olivia was involved only added to my turmoil. Part of me wished I could confide in him and seek his advice, but I couldn't shake the feeling that sharing the intricate details of what had happened would be crossing a line. In the eyes of everyone around us, I was seen as a home wrecker, someone who had no right to make any demands or inflict any pain. To Olivia, I was likely just a nobody, someone insignificant in her life. I couldn't help but wonder if I was the first person she had ever kissed while being with Elijah, or if I even held any significance to her at all.

My own racing thoughts quieted as I rapped my knuckles against the old wooden door of my childhood home. After a few brief moments, the door creaked open, revealing my mother's face. At first, she appeared shocked, but that emotion quickly shifted to happiness.

"Zoya, what a wonderful surprise!" she exclaimed, stepping out onto the threshold and embracing me tightly.

"I had a few days off, and I thought it would be nice to come and visit you and dad," I replied, attempting to muster a smile.

"Oh... so you're not home for good?" she asked, disappointment seeping into her voice.

"Because you didn't have any free time in the past two years, Zoya?" My father's voice cut through the air from behind my mother, causing my muscles to tense.

"It's good to see you too, Dad," I retorted sarcastically.

"Come on inside," my mom urged, swiftly relieving me of my suitcase.

Giving my dad a curt nod, I briskly walked past him. Our relationship had never been a strong one; in fact, he had played a major role in my detestation towards this place. Every decision I made for my own life faced his disapproval. He had expected me to follow in his footsteps, become a surgeon, take over his hospital, and marry into a "good" family. The strain in our relationship only worsened when I came out as a lesbian, leading him to push me away for good. My mother, on the other hand, had always been passive, never taking any sides. However, I yearned for her support, even if it was just empty words.