Hearts On The Highrise

Chapter 51 : broken dreams

It had been nearly an hour since we'd found ourselves huddled against the wall, grappling with the raw intensity of my heartbreak. I could feel their anguish reflected in the depths of their eyes, the weight of my pain weighing heavily on their shoulders.

When all of a sudden, a sudden movement caught our attention. Engfa emerged from the club, her laughter echoing in the night air, mingled with that of the girl she'd danced so intimately with. My heart clenched painfully at the sight, a new wave of anxiety washing over me.

I watched paralyzed as they disappeared into the waiting car, without a care in the world for my presence.

With a surge of determination, I stood up, a fierce will burning inside me. I couldn't let Engfa escape again, not without confronting her, not without demanding answers.

Without a second thought, I rose to my feet, my mind made up. I couldn't sit idly by while Engfa slipped away from me once again. Ignoring Heidi and Tina's protests, I took off towards a nearby motorcycle taxi, determination fueling my every step.

But they grabbed my arm, their expressions filled with concern. "Charlotte, wait," Heidi urged, her voice tinged with worry. "Think about what you're doing."

Tina's grip tightened around my wrist, her eyes searching mine for some sign of clarity. "Charlotte, listen to us. We understand how much this hurts, but running after her like this... it won't solve anything."

But I shook my head, my resolve unyielding. "I can't just stand by and do nothing," I insisted, my voice tinged with desperation. "I have to do this."

With that, I broke free from their grasp and climbed onto the waiting motorcycle taxi, my heart pounding in my chest as I instructed the driver to follow Engfa's car.

As the motorcycle taxi driver accelerated at my insistence, I could feel the rush of wind against my face. With each passing second, Engfa's car seemed to drift further and further ahead, taunting me with its distance. But the driver was skilled, weaving through traffic with a determination.

After a few kilometres, the driver stopped at a discreet distance from Engfa's house. I quickly climbed down, my eyes fixed on the imposing structure before me.

For a long, hesitant moment, I was thinking if was this really the right solution? Would confronting Engfa only aggravate the wounds that were already festering inside me? But the idea of returning to the hotel, of drowning in my own despair, was unbearable. I needed answers, closure, whatever form they might take.

Gathering all my courage, I approached the gate standing sentinel in front of Engfa's house. With trembling hands, I opened it, the creak of the hinges echoing in the stillness of the night. The path before me stretched like an immense expanse, each step fraught with doubt. My heart was beating in my chest like a drum of apprehension as I approached the front door.

Inhaling deeply to calm my nerves, I raised a trembling hand and rang the doorbell. The sound echoed in the silent night. Part of me prayed for silence, for the absence of an answer that would allow me to take refuge in the safety of anonymity. But another part, the one burning with righteous indignation, yearned for confrontation, for resolution, whatever the cost.

As I stood there, my heart pounding against my ribcage, the seconds stretched out like an eternity. I rang the doorbell again and then, almost as if in response to my silent plea, the door creaked open, revealing Engfa standing there, her expression of shock and disbelief.

For a long moment, time seemed to stand still and we simply looked at each other. We stood frozen in place, Engfa's presence seemed surreal, almost like a mirage shimmering in the heat of the night. After all this time, after countless attempts to reach her, there she was, in front of me, in the flesh.