Heal my heart.

8

"Ivy's found love, you know?" I say.
He grins. "It's high time she let go of my jerk of a best friend."

I giggle. "Her guy is great. They're perfect for each other. I'm very happy for her."
"Stuart is still invested in his playboy ways. By the way, what about Melissa and Roland?"

"They're engaged and working in Seattle in some corporate office. Any idea about Astrid and Paolo?"
"They did have their baby that year. They got married and are living together. Paolo is a hotel manager and Astrid is a fashion designer."
"It finally turned out to be good."

"It had to, they had this baby because of you." He says looking at me, his eyes gleaming.

His jacket is providing me warmth, his fragrance is driving me crazy.
"You still wear that ring?" He asks.
I look at my ring finger. The ring he gave me seven years ago is shining brightly like the stars above. I hide my finger, I don't know why.
"Yeah.." I trail off.

"That's good to know." He says, his eyes twinkling, obviously happy. Oh god, please don't let him know that I still have feelings for him. That'll be the worst thing ever. Unrequited love is not something I want right now.
Someone calls on my phone. Clara. I pick up. He's hanging on to the conversation.

"Ma'am we need to leave. Officially the party has also wrapped up." She says.
I apologetically look at Alastair.
"Oh I have to leave too." He says flashing his dazzling smile.

We both walked in silence towards the elevators. I am reminded of his jacket. I remove it and hand it back to him.
"Will you be okay?" He asks with a sense of worry.
"Yeah completely fine." I assure him with a smile.

We both enter it. There is a lot pf sexual tension, but we stand poles apart. Getting out, he helps me into my car, opening doors and all.
From the window, he smiles at me. "It was nice to see you Grace. After so long. Goodbye."

"Same here. Goodbye Alastair." He holds eye contact for a moment and then walks off towards his car without a second glance, just like the old times.

Alastair
I lie down on my bed thinking about ths day's happenings. She's built her walls around herself once again. She's not opening up, not laughing freely and not loving fully. And it's got something to do with me. Considering that I'm am an idiot, who walked away crushing her world. No wonder she might have returned to her first ever love after I left. Books. Just like I started to train my mind not to think about her.
I smile as I recollect her memories today. The same soft gaze, pouty lips and long open hair. She's surely grown more elegant and classy.

And then it hits me like the sky fell on me. Paige Roberts is my fiance. I immediately get up from the bed. Here I am, back with the one I love, but my hamd bears the engagement ring of someone else's name. I look at my hand. I've left it in the bathroom, that's why she never noticed it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What will Grace say if she got to know? Or does she already know? I just blew up my chance to be with her. I pull out a bottle of whiskey from the mini fridge. I take a sip.

No. I want Grace back. She's the one I love. She's not just a star to me, she's my whole goddamn sky. After so mamy years, I've met her and I'm not going to let go now.

Wait, does she love you back? My mind sneers at me. Oh hell, maybe she's found another guy who doesn't leave her with a goodbye note under the bed. Or someone who's way better than me in every aspect. Should I let her be? She deserves better but I still can't see her with a guy other than me. Life has cruelly snatched what meant to me the most, and now it is dangling her in front of my eyes. I sleep with my head spinning. I can't wait to see her tomorrow.

Next morning, I'm having a terrible headache. My throat feels parched and my head aches. I take some aspirin and drink cold water. Wearing my clothes I rush off to office. These formals are annoying as fuck. You have to be somehow neat and tidy in them or they just frizzle out. It's too stuffy. I have to introduce myself to the staff today. If things work out, I might just settle in California and keep some managers back in Washington. Moreover, we have Gracie here. There's Paige also, my mind whispers to me. Can Paige even compare to Gracie? my heart whispers to me. I shut both of them up and sit in the car. I'd like to drive today. Whisking away the chaffeur, I sit in the driver's seat. Pressing the accelerator, I race the car through the streets of California. It gives me an adrenaline rush. Speed of the car goes on increasing. 40..60..80..100. I love driving cars as great as this. As I reach the office, another Mercedes has just stopped. In a rush, I apply the brakes. My car stops just inches away from the other car's bonnet. I can't see who the driver is, but it's a girl. She fumes and gets out. I also come out of the car to apologize. Oh well, it's Gracie. And she's in a sour mood. But looking at me, her expression softens. She becomes blank.

"Is this how you drive Kerr?" She says very softly.
"I'm really sorry." I whisper to her.
"I could have got hurt." She says.
"I would have never let that happen."
Quiet.
Honk-honk.

We're standing in the middle of the road. We walk to the elevators.
"You have to meet the staff members today, don't you?" She says.
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, you'll will be there right?"
"Yes." She smiles.
And just like that, everything is perfect again.

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