The Tale Of Hearts

Chapter 99

I stirred, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, my eyes sore and heavy from the night's unrest. I sat up slowly only to find the bed beside me empty but I realised the warm spot beside me, the empty space with tangled sheets. he was gone!!!!, No sign of him in the room. My breath caught for a moment ,The sheets slipping off my body as I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the thick fog of sleep that clung to me but the nightmare had felt too real, the weight of fear still lingering in my chest. 

My mind felt tangled, still caught between the fading traces of it and the faint memories of him cradling me to sleep like he actually care for me. For a split second, I wondered if the night had been a dream too, Had he really been here?? calming me down, soothing me through the dark, or was that just another fragment of my mind's twisted dream? I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the dull ache building behind my eyes. My heart felt like it was caught in some quiet turmoil but A storm of frustration and anger twisted within me, tightening with each second. How could he just disappear without a word after holding me through the night? After all the tenderness, the way he'd soothed my fears like he actually cared? He couldn't even bother to apologise??

I slid out of bed, my feet cold against the floor, The cold wind coming from the open balcony door but i didn't bother to close it. The day had barely begun, but it already felt like everything was off balance. I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't want to face him. I didn't want him anywhere near me. My anger still simmered, sharp and bitter, yet there was something else too, something I couldn't name. Sadness. A hollow, aching emptiness that gnawed at me, and beneath it all, a dull ache in my chest that I couldn't ignore.

Sighing, I walked toward the bathroom after grabbing some clothes, glancing at the clock I noticed it was still early. Too early to feel so lost. I needed to gather myself, I had to face the day, The plans, dress fittings, reception hall selections, catering tastings everything was already in motion for the day, I can't upset Aunt and Mom but in between all these chaos somehow I have to find a way to meet Bryan. I have to talk to him, I have to make him understand that how his friendship means lot to me and how afraid that I am loosing him.

I stepped into the shower, the steam enveloping me in a soft, comforting haze. I closed my eyes, letting the hot water run down my back, feeling the tension melt away, if only for a brief moment. After a quick shower, I reached for my towel, wiping the steam off the mirror. My eyes looked dull, a tiredness I couldn't shake. Swallowing hard, I reached for my undergarments not wanting to investing time on theses emotions. I quickly pulled on set of maroon colour bra and panties. Running my fingers through my wet hair, I glanced around the bathroom, searching for where I had put the rest of my clothes. I remembered taking out a pink turtleneck sweater and a pair of long jeans to match the chilly outside weather.

I quickly wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out of the bathroom, only to see my clothes on the bed. A wave of frustration hit me. "How could I forget something so simple? Am i that distracted now???" I walked to the bed, muttering under my breath, and tossed the towel aside in anger, letting it fall haphazardly onto the bed.  "All this things happening because of him!!!!! he is the one who causing all this problem" i breathed telling that to my self. I stood there for a moment, naked except for my undergarments, the frustration still boiling inside of me before I grabbed my clothes, "He comes and goes whenever he wants... What does he think of me?" I muttered under my breath, voice low and sharp. 

"A toy? Is that what I am to him? Something he can just toss around when it's convenient?" I pulled the sweater over my head, the fabric catching for a moment as I tried to steady my breath. My fingers fumbled as I tried to button up my jeans, the frustration building up again.  I snapped the button on my jeans and tugged them up a little too roughly. The words slipped out, more to myself than anyone else. "He thinks I'll just be here, waiting for him whenever he decides to show up. Well, I won't—"I stopped mid sentence, my breath catching as I heard Martha's urgent voice from the other side of the door.