"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Thirty-Five.

Tanya's POV.

I was just passing by the hall to get to my next class when I stumbled upon Darren and Anika.

I hid behind a wall, listening in.

..

'You're going to be my future husband. We have to do it either way, now or later.'

I felt dread. 

I felt like I wanted to cry and scream.

Darren would be marrying Anika.

Hearing that made my heart ache so badly.

I felt like punching Anika right in the face, I felt like screaming into my pillow.

Darren, the boy I liked—the only man I ever liked—was going to marry her.

It stung, it stung like hell.

A wave of emotions washed over me.

Confusion, pain, anger, disappointment.

I watched as they walked away, my heart feeling like it was breaking into little pieces.

I wanted to run after them, to pull Darren away from her, to tell him how I felt.

But what was the point of it?

He was going to marry her anyway...

I silently cursed my luck.

I cursed my life, I cursed Anika, I cursed everything that led to this.

Why did I have to fall for Darren?

Why did he have to be promised to someone else?

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair at all.

I took a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

'This wasn't the end of the world,' I told myself.

It was just a.. stupid, stupid crush.

But the pain in my chest told a different story.

I wanted to deny it, I wanted to convince myself that it was just a silly infatuation.

But the truth was, I cared about Darren more than I wanted to admit.

He was more than just good looks or a charming demeanour.

He was kind, he was caring, he had a smile that made my heart skip a beat..

Slowly, I felt myself losing my balancing and slipping down against the wall until I was on the floor.

Tears streamed down.

I shakingly hugged my knees, burying my face in them.

I allowed myself to be vulnerable, to wallow in self-pity and heartbreak.

But after a while, I began to feel disgusted with myself.

'Get a grip, you idiot.'

I cursed at myself in my mind.

'So what if he's marrying someone else? It doesn't mean anything. You had a crush, that's all. A stupid, silly crush.'

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

I heard footsteps—no, running.

I looked up to see my brother Ryan and the popular girl Julie, who ran up to me.