Romanticismo Per Caso ❤

Confrontation (Both Perspectives)

Lorena:

When the date with Francesco was over, I decided to drive straight back to my house to sit in my guilt and sorrow. Starting my car, I wiped my eyes and folded the driver's side mirror that was above me. Sniffling, I tried to stop my sudden tears as I backed away from my parking spot. My house, thankfully, was not too far away.

I kinda hoped that Francesco saw that I was sad because then I could tell him that I don't think we should go on another date. Would my parents be mad and disappointed? Probably, but I needed to tell them how I felt about Elias eventually.

At the time I got home, I went to my living room immediately to sit with Scarlet. She felt that I was upset and was rubbing up against me like crazy. I took a few slow deep breaths and turned on the TV because I needed a distraction from the guilt I felt. Suddenly, I got a notification from my phone.

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Elias:

Hey daydreamer, I hope you have a goodnight.

Me:

Goodnight Elias, sleep well. Also tomorrow night can you come over so we can talk?

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He still had no idea. Considering the fact that I just went on the date, he probably would know soon so I have to confront him. I need to tell him that I still love him and I only went on the date because I'm too feeble minded when it comes to standing up to my parents.

I showered and changed into a red hoodie and sweatpants that night. My parents expected me to go in tomorrow, but when I texted them I wasn't feeling well, they said it was fine for me to stay home. I went to bed early that night thinking that my dreams could take away my pain.

The next morning, I spent most of my time at home, lounging on my sofa at home, watching some television. Scarlet was delighted that I was there and was snuggling in my lap with a blanket. I reheated some leftovers for lunch and settled back down continuing my binge-watching session.

As I changed between many channels, I caught my attention on a 60's show in which an actress was ranting to her significant other about why she went on a date while the actor was gone on deployment. She pleaded for him to have mercy on her and to understand her sorrows, but he stormed out of the house declaring their relationship to be over.

While she had mascara running down her face, she decided to go in her car and drive away somewhere far from home. I quickly turned off the show and altered it to another.

The next one had two happy couples feeding each other ice cream. "What's wrong with their own hands?" I whispered under my breath. Scarlet meowed in response, as if she sensed my mood. I realized that I didn't want to witness another happy couple right now. Truth be told, I was envious of their happiness and caught up in my own emotions.

That night, I got ready to see Elias. I mentally prepared myself for the worst because I knew he would be furious once I told him I went on a date. I had to rip off the band-aid though and confess the truth.

Elias:

Once I found out that Lorena was cheating on me from Tracy, I didn't even want to go to Lorena's house to talk to her. I was going to be a little late to see Lorena, but she could wait. That's the least she could do.

I took a shower after hitting the punching bag letting the ice cold water release all the heat from my body. I changed into something comfortable and departed for her house at 7 pm. I got there around 7:30 and knocked on the door impatiently.

Lorena:

As I waited for Elias's arrival, I heard his knock on the door and promptly opened it with anticipation. "Hey Elias, how are you?" I checked, my voice betraying the nervousness I felt about this encounter.

"I'm fine," He answers, stepping inside of my apartment. He made his way into the kitchen and positioned himself by the small dining table with a tense expression. "Would you like something to drink?" I offered politely.

"No," He curtly responds.

Gaining my courage to address what I had been lying about, I confessed, "Well, I want to tell you something, Elias. It's serious and it's been weighing on my mind."

"What is it?" He asks. "It's about what my parents told me once they returned from their trip to Italy," I explained, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and I was about to fill it up at the sink.

Elias sighed heavily, and just as I am about to fill up my glass with water, I stopped sensing a bitter response. "Is it about a little someone named Francesco?" I reluctantly turn around and bite my lip.

"Elias, please let me explain," I tell him, stopping him from walking away with my hand on his strong chest.

"You have two minutes to explain, and then I'm out. You're lucky I don't walk out right now." He looks at me with a judgmental gaze.

"My parents wanted me to go on this date; I never intended on going on it," I explained, my voice trembling with emotion.

"Why didn't you refuse their orders? And why'd you keep it from me?" He retorted, his eyes showing how hurt he was.

"I planned to go on one date and then tell my parents that it wasn't worth it," I admitted, tears starting to stream down my face. His eyes were also getting glossy as I continued, "As for not telling you...I'm sorry Elias. I was going to, but I was scared you were going to leave me."

"Telling me beforehand in honesty would be better than what you did." He walks to the entrance of my apartment and I chase after him, desperate to save our relationship.

"And when were you going to tell them about me then?" He questioned, intense anger deep in his beautiful blue eyes.

He placed his hand on the doorknob to leave. "You lied to me, Lorena. You broke our trust." He turns his gaze away from me, as if unable to bear the pain of looking at me while storming out.

Silence forms between us and I cannot say anything else that will justify what I did. There was no justification; I had behaved terribly, and if Elias wanted nothing to do with me anymore, I couldn't blame him.

"Elias, I'm sorry. Please hear me out, I'm begging you. I love-," I began, but he cut me off.

"You just cheated on me and lied to me, and now you're trying to pull the 'I love you' card? You know what, Lorena? I'm done and it's a shame. You were such a wonderful person," he declared, his tone final. He forcefully opened the door and slammed it shut in my face.

Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably as I stood there, feeling utterly shattered. Collapsing against the door, I sank to my knees, my hands holding my face and weeping bitterly.

In that moment, all I could ponder was how I had managed to ruin everything with the man I truly loved. My heart was aching with sorrow and regret, knowing that I may have lost him forever.