Golden Melody

Chapter 5.4

Thyron's Pov*

I had seen the pictures, the stolen moments, the way Zatariel held Miexha close.

It was a betrayal, a violation of everything I held sacred.

I knew she wouldn't choose him. She never would.
I wouldn't allow it.
I wouldn't let her get away from me.

I remembered the day I first met Miexha.

I was captivated by her spirit, her innocence, her beauty.

I had never felt so drawn to anyone before.
I had poured my heart out to her, showering her with gifts and attention.
I had made her laugh, made her feel special.
I had believed she felt the same way.

But then, Zatariel entered our lives, a dark cloud overshadowing our sun.

He was everything I wasn't-confident and undeniably alluring.
I saw the way Miexha looked at him, the way she seemed to light up in his presence.
It was a spark I had never ignited in her.

I felt a surge of anger, a primal need to lash out.
I wanted to scream, to shout, to make her see the mistake she was making.

I had to do something, anything, to win her back.
I had to make her see that I was the only one who could truly love her, the only one who could protect her.
I would never let her forget what she had with me.

I would not let her slip away.
I would not be forgotten.
I would make her remember me, even if it meant breaking her.

I slumped onto the plush leather couch in my living room, my phone clutched tightly in my hand.

I scrolled through a florist's website, my eyes scanning the bouquets of roses, lilies, and orchids.

I paused on a vibrant arrangement of red roses, the petals glistening like velvet under the artificial light of my phone screen.

"Damn, those are beautiful," a voice said from the doorway. Mark, my best friend, leaned against the doorframe, watching me with amusement.

"Yeah, right?" I grunted, still staring at the phone.
"Thinking of sending them to Aleanna."

Mark raised an eyebrow.
"What's the occasion? Didn't she just get you those designer shoes for your birthday yesterday?"

I shrugged, my gaze fixed on the screen.
"Just... you know, I want to make it up to her." I tapped the screen, adding the bouquet to my cart.

"Making it up to her for what?" Mark asked, his tone skeptical.

"For, me being always busy," I said, my voice defensive.
"I'm trying to figure things out."

"Figure out what?" Mark stepped into the room, his eyes narrowed. "You know, I've been noticing some... weird behavior lately. You've been acting... different."

I sighed, rubbing my hand over my face.
"Look, I'm just stressed, okay? It's all this new business I ventured, the pet shop you know? And I'll be handling the Academy soon... it's a lot."

"Right, the Academy by marrying the heiress" Mark said, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"And that stress makes you want to send your girlfriend a bouquet of red roses? Come on, Thyron. What's really going on?"

I hesitated, my eyes flickering to the bouquet on my phone screen.

"Listen, I need to meet Aleanna," I said, my voice dropping to a low murmur.

Mark's gaze narrowed.
"Tapos?"

I looked up, my eyes pleading. "Just... trust me. I'll explain later. Can you meet me tomorrow? at the usual place? We can go from there."

Mark studied me for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"Alright," he said finally.
"But I'm expecting an explanation, Thyron. A good one."

I nodded.
"You won't regret it," I said, a slight smirk playing on my lips. I tapped the screen again, confirming the order for the roses.

Aleanna would love them.

She always loved grand gestures, even if they were often empty.

She was a sucker for romance, for the kind of love that existed in fairy tales, not the harsh reality of our world.
It was a weakness I could exploit.