Someone I loved

Chapter Twenty -Eight

Regina had unknowingly become a silent figure in our disputes. My jealousy towards her, for being seemingly superior to me, had simmered beneath the surface. One day, I finally mustered the courage to confront my partner about it, demanding to know what he admired in her.He responded swiftly, denying himself a moment of reflection. "Regina," he said, "she's great at saving money, and if she wants to buy something, she patiently waits for a sale. She's sensible, practical."Feeling a pang of frustration, I probed further, "And what do you like about me?"He paused for a few seconds, choosing his words carefully, "You care for me, you treat me like your own. It's like having a second mother."My anger welled up, and I abruptly ended the call. A few days later, he was preparing for a trip to his hometown, where all his cousins were gathering. As he packed his bags, I asked if he had packed everything, reminding him of essentials like his phone charger, AirPods, and laptop.Dwyn responded, "I don't need my laptop; I can use Regina's."I couldn't comprehend why he'd prefer hers when he had his own. "But you have your laptop," I pointed out.Dwyn sighed, "I just don't want to carry it again. We're going by car, but you're making a big deal out of it. Can you stop being so overbearing? I've told you, there's nothing between me and Regina. Can you please stop this?"I was taken aback, realizing that my incessant overthinking was suffocating him. He suggested we take a break.Dwyn had never assured me that I was the one he wanted, knowing well that I was prone to overthinking, and needing extra reassurance and physical closeness. I often got lost in my own thoughts, using music to express my emotions and humor to mask my pain. i know am tough to handle. i also get jealous when someone else has your attention, it's not because I'm in need or insecure I just don't want someone else to realise how amazing you are and for them to steal away from me i just don't wanna lose you to someone. I was far from the perfect girlfriend – quick to anger, prone to jealousy, stubborn, and insecure. My mood swings were like a rollercoaster. But I promised that if I gave him my heart, it was his, and I would remain loyal. I'd be there when he needed me, love him to the greatest extent, showcase him proudly, give him all the attention he desired, treat him with care, and do whatever it took to keep our relationship intact. These were the words I longed to share but had never found the chance to convey.

June 2nd,  2021

Even after we had fought he came to see me when they were going to start for his hometown. he called to say he came to see me and also told me that my dog was not in good condition and to go and see it.. The conversation had taken an abrupt turn, leaving me hurt and bewildered. The heated argument that had erupted earlier had left a gnawing pain in my chest. Dwyn's voice through the phone felt distant, and detached, as if he was no longer the person I had known.

Caesars's labored breathing drew my attention. I watched as he lay there, frail and helpless, the light of his spirit dimming with each passing moment. I had no idea how much longer he would endure the suffering, and the thought tore at my heart.Tears welled up in my eyes as she clutched my phone, her trembling fingers dialing my sister's number. I knew my sister would understand my grief. our family found ourselves in a heart-wrenching journey, one neither of us had ever expected. we were on our way to bury Caesar, the dog my father had gifted me when i turned nine, a birthday present etched in my memory. Caesar had been my loyal companion, his curious eyes watching me grow and navigate the world. I clutched Caesars's lifeless body in my arms during the car ride to the burial spot, hoping beyond hope that he would stir, that this was all just a bad dream. But Caesar remained still, his absence an aching void in my heart.The burial ceremony marked the finality of my grief. As they gently laid Caesar to rest, my heart, which had held onto a glimmer of hope, lost its last thread. It was a heart-wrenching moment, one that left me feeling detached from myself. In the days that followed, i was adrift, my mind constantly filled with the vivid memory of Caesar, racing behind me wherever i went. In every corner of my home, on every street i walked, i saw his ghost, running behind me with the same boundless energy and loyalty, a painful reminder of the void he had left in my life.my mother, deeply empathetic and loving, knew what needed to be done. She dialed Dwyn's number, and he answered with a cautious, hesitant tone."Dwyn, this is Aria's mother. I think you need to know what's happening here."It was a vivid reminder of how far my own relationship with Dwyn had drifted from its roots. unknowingly my mother explained how my beloved Caesar was on the brink of death, and my heart was shattered.Dwyn's voice quivered as he finally grasped the gravity of the situation. The miles that separated them suddenly felt insurmountable, and he struggled to find the right words to console me. But his words were empty, his presence nonexistent, and my anger swelled within me."Why weren't you here when I needed you the most, Dwyn?", "I'm all alone in this, trying to comfort Caesar as he faded away. You weren't there for me, not during our fight, not when I needed you to be. I thought you were supposed to be my partner." I wanted to tell him but instead, I said I'm ok and hung up the phone, my tears flowing freely now, mingling with the acrylic paint on my hands. i turned my gaze to the last canvas i had worked on. Caesars's portrait, half-finished, stared back at me, a silent testament to their bond.In that lonely moment, with my beloved dog slipping away and the weight of my broken relationship pressing down on me, i found solace in the strokes of my brush, pouring my grief and love into the canvas, creating a tribute to the loyal companion I lost.