Stay with me...?

Stay with me...? chapter 6

The morning light pierced through the curtains, dragging me back into the consciousness I had briefly escaped. I blinked against the brightness, the remnants of yesterday’s heartbreak weighing heavily on my chest again. For a moment, I considered staying in bed all day again, hiding from the world and the pain I currently felt.

But as I lay there, I remembered the words of my best friend. I was in an amazing city, with so much to see and experience. Alexander’s betrayal didn’t have to define my trip, and it certainly didn’t have to define me. Slowly, I forced yourself to sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The ache in my heart was still there, but I resolved to push through it.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I made my way down to the hotel’s breakfast buffet. The room was bustling with guests, the clatter of dishes and hum of conversation filling the air. I found a small table by the window and sat down with a plate of food, picking at it absentmindedly.

A group of tourists at the next table were animatedly discussing their plans for the day, their excitement palpable. I listened in, feeling a pang of envy for their carefree joy. But their enthusiasm was also infectious, reminding me of the spirit of adventure that had brought me here in the first place.

After finishing my breakfast, i decided to take a walk to clear my head. The crisp morning air was refreshing, and the streets of Amsterdam were already alive with activity. I wandered aimlessly, allowing the city’s charm to wash over me. The picturesque canals, the quaint houses, and the vibrant markets all seemed to whisper promises of new beginnings.

I found myself drawn to a small park, its serene atmosphere a welcome contrast to the bustling streets. I sat on a bench, watching the world go by. The gentle sway of the trees and the soft murmur of the nearby stream provided a soothing backdrop to my thoughts.

As I sat there, I noticed a woman nearby, sketching in a notebook. She seemed completely absorbed in her work, her brow furrowed in concentration. I admired her dedication and wondered what she was drawing. After a few minutes, she looked up and caught your gaze. She smiled warmly and waved me over.

Curiosity piqued, I approached her. “Hi,” I said tentatively. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

“Not at all,” she replied, her smile widening. “I was just sketching the view. It’s such a beautiful morning, isn’t it?”

I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “It is. I needed a bit of beauty today.”

She glanced at me, her eyes full of understanding. “Rough day?”

“Rough couple of days, actually,” I admitted. “I’m trying to find my footing again.”

She patted the bench beside her, inviting me to sit. “I find that art helps. It’s a way to express and process emotions. Have you ever tried drawing or painting?”

“I haven’t, really,” I said, taking a seat next to her. “But I’ve always admired people who can.”

She handed me a small sketchpad and a pencil. “Why don’t you give it a try? It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just let yourself feel and translate that onto the paper.”

I hesitated for a moment, then took the pad and pencil with a nervous expression. I stared at the blank page, unsure where to start. But as I began to draw, I found the act itself to be surprisingly calming. I sketched the view before me—the trees, the stream, the distant buildings—letting my hand move freely.

The woman watched me quietly, offering occasional words of encouragement. As I sketched, I felt a small sense of accomplishment going through me. It wasn’t a masterpiece by any means, but it was a start. A step toward healing.

When I finally set the pencil down, she smiled at me. “See? Not so bad, right?”

I smiled back, feeling a bit lighter. “Yeah. It actually helped. Thank you.”

She nodded, her expression kind. “Sometimes, all we need is a little push. And remember, it’s okay to take things one step at a time.”

I spent the rest of the morning in the park, chatting with her and working on my sketch. It was a welcome distraction, a small reprieve from the pain that had consumed you. As the sun climbed higher in the sky, I felt a sense of clarity returning.

Eventually, I said my goodbyes and continued my walk. I felt more grounded, more present. The city seemed a bit brighter, the air a bit fresher. I decided to visit the Van Gogh Museum as I had originally planned. Art had always had a way of touching my soul, and I hoped it would provide some much-needed inspiration.

The museum was a short walk away, and as I approached, I felt a twinge of excitement. The building itself was an architectural marvel, its modern design blending seamlessly with the historic surroundings. I bought my ticket and stepped inside, the cool air and hushed atmosphere a welcome contrast to the bustling streets outside.

As I wandered through the galleries, my eyes was struck by the sheer emotion in Van Gogh’s work. His vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes seemed to convey a depth of feeling that resonated with me deeply. I lingered in front of each painting, losing myself in the beauty and complexity of his art.

One painting in particular caught your eye—“Starry Night.” I stood before it, mesmerized by the swirling skies and luminous stars. The painting seemed to capture the essence of both turmoil and tranquility, a reflection of my own current inner state.

As I gazed at the painting, I felt a small tear slip down my cheek. But this time, it wasn’t out of sadness. It was a tear of catharsis, a release of the pent-up emotions that had been weighing me down. In that moment, I realized that healing wasn’t about forgetting the pain, but about finding ways to move forward despite it.

I spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the museum, taking in the art and letting it inspire me. By the time I left, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. I was still heartbroken, but I was also beginning to see the possibility of hope and healing.

Back at the hotel, I sat by the window with a cup of tea, watching the sunset over the big city. The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, a beautiful end to a challenging day. I thought about Alexander, about the future I had envisioned with him, and about the new path I was now on.

I knew it wouldn’t be easy, and there would be more tough days ahead. But I also knew that I was stronger than I realized. I had taken the first steps toward healing, and that was something to be proud of.

As night fell, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. I climbed into bed, feeling more at peace than I had in days. Tomorrow was a new day, full of possibilities. And for the first time since the breakup, I felt ready to face it.

With a heart still mending but a spirit growing stronger, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, finding solace in the promise of a new beginning.

[[Here's another chapter for my cuties!! Those chapters are more focused on the current break up the main character (aka you) was going through, I know this might be weird for the series but I have lots of events going through my mind so y'all better watch your back. By the way, in the next chapter probably Joost will appear but I don't know. Anyways, good week everyone and see you all on Saturday!!!]]