RIGHT 2

Chapter 33

My knees trembled and I sagged to the hard floor. Tears rushed from my eyes, and hopelessness fell over me.

Faith rushed to my side, and took my hand, while I lifelessly gazed in distance. "Emerald it's okay, just give him some time."

" I am sorry, I didn't know Anthony was..... dating Aiden's mother," Oliver mumbled from next to Faith.

I didn't answer.

" Emerald, are you okay?" Faith asked again, as tears kept rolling down my face. " Emerald?"

Aiden was all I could think about, the hurt and despair on his face when he found out everything.

Where would he go? He was angry. Fear gripped my heart. What if something happened to him? He could be reckless when he was angry and presently, he was heartbroken and furious. A dangerous combination.

I had to go, I have to find him and beg for forgiveness. I will continued to apologize until he forgives me.

But firstly, I had to stop crying and move from here. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and looked at Faith.

"I am sorry for ruining your wedding day."

And then with that, I rose from the floor and started to advance to the entrance.

"Where are you going!?" faith exclaimed from backward. I pause, without glancing back, I declared.

"Behind him."

I clutched the side of the dress, so it doesn't tangle with my heels-clad feet while gliding through the staircase and fleet from this holy cathedral.

No one tried to stop me because they knew, I won't be stopping until I find Aiden.

I will find him and make him understand my reasons and he will understand, like always, and then I will beg for his forgiveness and make everything right with time, slowly.

It was a simple idea.

But it wasn't.

Only if I could foresee what was going to happen. I reached the place where Aiden had parked the car, however, the car was missing from its spot. Meaning, that he had taken the car with him.

Agitation thrived.

What if something happened to him, he was not in the sense to drive. Without a peculiar destination in my mind, my feet carried me to the sidewalk. Lumbering and stumbling, I tried to find him on the unfamiliar streets of London. I knew he didn't go to the home because he knew that would first place, I would search for him.

And he didn't want to be found.

These streets were unfamiliar to me, but not to him, he grew up here as the infrastructure evolved. If wanted he could lurk in an isolated place in the city or right on the same street as me and yet I would fail to find him. Because I am as much unfamiliar with this place, as much he was familiar with.

I was afraid.

I was hurting.

I was numb.

I was baffled.

Aimlessly, as I wandered down the street, I watched people, some of them flourishing with joy, while my world was crashing down. I didn't know the amount of time I spent, since heedlessly walking, all I know was once very bright daylight was fading into soft hues of red and orange.

I didn't know how or when I reached the familiar-looking surrounding but hope rose inside me because perhaps, I might be at the right place. I knew he wasn't here; he would never come here when he was hurting but the people dwelling here may know where he could be.