Black Magic

Chapter 27: Magdalena and Eugene's Past

MAGDALENA'S POV

I stumbled through the dense forest, my body aching with every step. The pain that gnawed at my core was not just physical; it echoed deep within my soul. Memories of my past, of a love lost, haunted my thoughts, intensifying the agony that consumed me.

As I leaned against a tree, gasping for breath, flashes of Eugene's face flooded my mind. His gentle touch, the warmth of his embrace, and the laughter we shared together seemed like distant echoes in the vast expanse of time.

How could love once so vibrant and alive now feel like a fading dream?

Tears welled up in my eyes, mingling with the sweat and dirt that stained my face. The weight of my heartache threatened to crush me, and I sank to the ground, clutching at the grass beneath me.

FLASHBACK:

Every moment spent with Eugene was a symphony of love, a kaleidoscope of cherished memories that painted my world in pretty colors. We would explore the world together, hand in hand, discovering new places that mirrored the beauty of our bond.

At the island, we would stroll along the shoreline, our laughter mingling with the crashing waves. Eugene would scoop me up in his arms, spinning me around as the salty breeze kissed our cheeks. We'd build sandcastles and trace our names in the wet sand, leaving behind our mark on the vast canvas of the beach.

In the mountains, we'd chase each other through the meandering pathways, playfully dodging the vibrant blooms that completed the landscape. 

Eugene would pick wildflowers and tuck them behind my ear, his eyes sparkling with adoration. We'd lie on the grass, cloud-watching, as we shared our dreams and aspirations with unwavering support.

During cozy evenings, we'd snuggle by the fireplace, our bodies entwined in a warm embrace.

Eugene's fingers would trace delicate patterns on my skin, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps. We'd share stories, laughter, and stolen kisses, reveling in the simple pleasure of being wrapped in each other's love.

And then, one day, as I stood in front of the ladies, a glimmer of realization sparked within me. My heart skipped a beat as the realization settled in—I was pregnant with Eugene's child. Emotions swirled within me—joy, excitement, and a touch of nervousness.

I couldn't wait to share this incredible news with Eugene, to witness the joy that would light up his eyes and the love that would overflow from his heart. I carefully planned the perfect moment, envisioning his reaction, and held onto the secret, my heart brimming with excitement.

I looked for him everywhere to share this to him.

I wandered through the streets, my heart heavy with a sense of loss and confusion. Eugene, the love of my life, seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving me with unanswered questions and aching emptiness. 

I searched every familiar corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of his familiar face, but he remained elusive, as if swallowed by the shadows.

One fateful day, as I roamed the bustling city, I stumbled upon a grand wedding ceremony. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized Eugene standing at the altar, his eyes locked with another woman's. 

Florence, a name I had never heard before, stood beside him, radiant in her white gown. The sight tore through me like a jagged blade, carving deep wounds in my soul.

In that moment, time stood still. Our eyes met, and I saw a flicker of pain and longing in Eugene's gaze. 

It mirrored the agony that consumed me, the knowledge that our love had been shattered by an unseen force. Our unspoken connection conveyed a thousand words, a silent confession of the love that still lingered between us.