Wish you were mine

68. Unspoken Truth

PENELOPE

Lately... I have been thinking too much.

Thinking until my mind feels heavy, until every thought twists into another question I don't have answers to.

It's been a week since the new year began.

Seven days.

And I have done nothing... except drown in thoughts about a future I'm not even sure I want.

A future with him.

Sean.

Even his name feels like a storm now-unpredictable, suffocating, impossible to escape.

That man has turned my life into something I no longer recognize. Chaos wrapped in silence. Confusion dressed as normalcy.

I still can't understand it.

One moment, he was ready to marry my sister...
And now-

Now he looks at me like I am the only thing that matters.

Like he never stopped.

Like he never left.

Sometimes... I let myself believe it.

Sometimes I think-maybe it was all a misunderstanding. Maybe the truth is not what I saw... but what I was made to believe.

But then-

My eyes betray me.

Because I remember.

And no matter how much I want to deny it, what I saw that day... felt real.

Sophie's words echo in my mind like a stubborn whisper I can't silence.

"Ask him."

And tonight-

I will.

I have to.

Because I cannot keep living like this-stuck between what was, what is, and what might never be.

I can't keep pretending that his warmth doesn't affect me one moment... and his distance doesn't destroy me the next.

I need the truth.

Even if it breaks me again.

Because I can't build a future on confusion.

I need closure.

Even if I choose to walk away... I need to understand where we fell apart.

Because without facing our past-

There is no future.

Only a loop of pain I refuse to live in.

There was a time when I loved him so fiercely... so blindly... that I would have burned the world for him.

But I was young then.

Naive.

Now?

Now I know love isn't enough.

And even though I hate to admit it-

A part of me still feels something for him.

Something stubborn.

Something dangerous.

But this time... I won't let it control me.

No more impulsive choices.
No more blind trust.

Because I am not that girl anymore.

I looked around the garden.

The tulips swayed gently in the afternoon breeze, their soft colors glowing under the harsh sunlight. They were exactly how I had once imagined them-delicate, perfect... almost unreal.