1000 Paper Cranes

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“We need to meet up” you said on the phone as you waited by the park. “W-what’s going on baby?” Lay asked with his voice shaking. “Be here soon, it’s important.” You said before you hung up. You knew he could get off work for a moment; he could even get off for an hour if he wanted too. So that’s why you asked to meet up. You gripped the handle of the suitcase beside you as you waited for Lay to arrive.

 Lay’s Point Of View

 As I reached the park, I see Aimee standing there with a suitcase. I walked closer towards her and hugged her from behind. She shrugged her shoulders a little, but pushed away my arms immediately a few seconds after I hugged her.

 “What’s wrong? Is something wrong?” I asked as I cupped her cheeks. She pushed away my hands and let out a heavy sigh.

 “Don’t just sigh, tell me what’s wrong!” I demanded as I reached for her hands. She took a step backwards, not letting me touch her.

 ”What have I done? D-Did I do something wrong? A-Are you hurt? Baby?” I bombed her with questions; I didn’t feel good in my guts.

 She lifted up her head and squeezed out “I’m leaving for New York and I’m never coming back for a few years.”

“W-What? I’ll go with you, I’ll come with you!” I said as I took a step closer towards her. She took another step backwards and said “I’m going alone, Lay.” It’s… probably for the best if you didn’t come along.” I pulled her in for a hug and said “We’ll make this work, we can get through this. I’ll wait for you. There’s Skype, calls, and messages.”

 I broke the hug and continued “We can call each other every day, every week, I can come visit from time to time, anytime you want me to! I’ll just work a little bit harder or get a second job so I could buy tickets to fly over and visi-“

 “I…”

 I stopped talking the moment she spoke.

 “I don’t picture as together in the future. I don’t think I’ll be able to see us going strong while I’m away in New York. Long distances relationships usually don’t work and they never will to me” she said as she gazed down to the ground. I let go of her shoulders and said “S-So what are you trying to say now?”

 “I’m saying…Lets end this, Lay. I’m leaving tonight. I packed up all my things and I’m not coming back” she said as she turned around with her suitcase beside her. She gripped the suitcase handle and began to walk away from me.

 “Is it because I’m not wealthy enough for you?!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, causing her to stop walking. She turned around a warm tear rolled down my cheek. “Yes, you’re not good enough, and I was blinded by the fact that I thought you were. But I was wrong. You’re going nowhere. All this time I was the one supporting this relationship financially. What were you doing? Nothing. Wake up Lay, wake up” was the only words that escaped her mouth before she left. Her words were like knives piercing through my heart. Stabbing my heart in every spot possible, leaving pain and pressure in my heart.

I couldn’t bring myself to chase after her; instead I fell on my knees, punching the ground hard enough even though my hands were already numb, let alone bleeding. Echoes constantly lingering in my mind telling me, questioning myself, why wasn’t I born from a wealthy family. Why didn’t I have the privilege to be part of a family so that I could have provided extra support.

 Why... because of wealth I lost the girl I loved the most.