Chapter 1
The neon sign of the diner flickered as I parked my car in the dimly lit lot, the lights casting eerie shadows on the pavement. A year ago, I had left everything behind in the dead of night—my past, my regrets, and him. I had packed my essentials, driven away from the life I knew, and started over.
Tonight, as I prepared dinner for the elderly woman I worked for, a familiar figure appeared in the kitchen: him. The man I had left without a word, now standing in the place where I had sworn to leave him behind.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
He turned to face me, his eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and something I couldn't quite place. "Visiting my grandma," he said calmly.
I raised an eyebrow. "I thought your grandma was dead. Yet another thing you lied about. You should be the one looking after her instead of me."
His expression darkened. "Judging me, are we? How do you know I haven't changed?"
"Of course you haven't." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare YOUR grandma's food for tomorrow."
I tried to focus on the task at hand, making her favorite spaghetti and bolognaise. The kitchen felt oddly familiar, a space I had spent countless hours in, yet it now felt tainted by his presence. Why was he here now? And why would he lie about his grandmother's death?
The questions swirled in my mind, and I struggled to keep my composure. I reminded myself to breathe in and out, letting the rhythm calm my racing thoughts. Once the food was prepared and stored in the fridge, I grabbed my coat and car keys.
I slipped out of the kitchen, barely making a sound, and decided not to head home immediately. I didn't lock the door as he is here and I assume he will lock it.The drive around the countryside provided a momentary escape from the overwhelming surge of emotions. I let the solitude of the road soothe me, but eventually, I knew I had to face reality.
Reluctantly, I made my way back home, my mind still tangled in the knots of unanswered questions and the haunting shadows of a past I thought I had left behind but for now I just had to stay away from him as I couldn't pack up my life and leave not again
I thought I had gotten over him but the way I had handled things today has shown me I haven't and I may always feel like this.This feels an extremely long game of cat and mouse .Will I always be able to escape and run when things get to hard
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HumorI thought I was done with him. A year ago, I packed only the necessities and drove off into the night while he was asleep. I moved to the city, started a new life, made new friends, and even got a new job. But now, here he is, standing in the same k...
