LOVE? NEVER | ✓

☻ Chapter Two ☺

"Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world."
― Nicholas Sparks, The Rescue.

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"Your daughter?" I questioned.

I pinched myself multiple times to wake up from the nightmare I was falling in. But I didn't. Reality hit me like a truck.

"Yes," he said. "I think it's time she gets married."

He thinks it's time, and not his daughter?!

"And what about her?"

"What are you trying to say, Mr. Hendrix?"

"Does she know about the marriage?"

"No, she doesn't need to."

What. The. Heck.

I know nothing about marriage nor being in a relationship with another human being. But from all the information I have, the girl should know everything about her marriage, her future life, her relationship, and her husband-to-be.

It's his daughter that's getting married(maybe) and not him.

Pathetic.

Disgusting.

"She needs to know," I said and his jaw clenched visibly.

"She's graduating college and it's the right time for her to be standing next to her husband."

"Maybe she already has someone in her life."

"She doesn't."

"How come you're so sure?"

"She never talked to a male aside from me."

Mind blown.

"N-Never?"

"What are trying to say, Mr. Hendrix?"

"I don't know anything about her. I can't marry someone I don't know."

"You'll get to know her when you two live under one roof."

"But—"

"So what did you decide?"

Thoughts of how terrible it'll be if my company broke ran through my mind. Visions of how I would be treating my...wife made my body shake. I can't decide. It was impossible. Completely and utterly impossible.

I never loved. I never would.

Love is such a complicated feeling compressed to four simple letters. People seem happy when they're in love. They blush, they describe the butterflies that irrupt in their stomachs, they fight for their significant other, and their life changes. I know it's nice to have someone behind our back that actually and truly loves you with all their heart.

I did have my grandmother once.

I know how it feels to have somebody you care about...a lot, and I know how it feels when you lose them to fate.

When I lost her to cancer.

I don't love because I hate the endings. I hate when someone leaves the other. I hate it when I see someone cry in my company after a breakup or a divorce.

It never made sense to me how they chose to end up everything after all the love they shared and after all the happy moments they lived through together.

I didn't love because I never want to break someone's heart, nor do I want to feel like I was left alone and empty.

They say love is blind, and I have no time to not use my eyes any time soon.