Heal my heart.

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Gracie
I feel like an errant child who has been caught doing some mischief. He glares at Paige but his gaze softens when it falls on me. I feel proud at that moment. I almost throw out my tongue at Paige-look he loves me. I'm glad that he's wearing complete clothes right now. I wonder what Paige might have thought if he had come outside only wrapped in a towel. She wouldn't have thought wrong, but she doesn't need to know. I'm glad my thoughts have taken a sarcastic mode. A reminder that he's leaving soon isn't necessary every once in a while.
"What's fucking wrong with you girls?" He drawls as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration.
"Ask this bitch." Paige snaps.
Alastair comes up to her and he looks like he might split her head in two. "I repeat for the fucking third time, you don't say anything about Gracie Hyde. Respect her." He says.
I clench my fists by my side. Long time he's been defending me. He needs a break. I gently brush him aside. "Paige, I understand what you're going through. But getting angry on me isn't gonna help, specially considering that I don't give a flying fuck." I say calmly to her face. She looks at me in the same cross expression she has plastered on her face all the time.
"Paige when is your flight?" Alastair asks.
"I'm leaving for California now. In half an hour." She says quietly. The mood seems to have largely changed.
"I have a flight at midnight. I'm coming to California." My bandaged heart cracks again.
"Why are you here?" She asks, her voice cracking. Drama. It can clearly be seen that she isn't crying. She just wants to be goody goody in front of him.
"I came here to say goodbye." He says to her. Lying doesn't feel good. But you have to do it, in order to be with the one you want, specially when fate has different games for you.
"Okay. I'll leave then." She says and gives me one last glare before turning away. Near the door, she turned back once more,"Do come for our wedding." And giving one last smirk, she walked away.
I turned to Alastair. I took his hand in mine and led him towards the bedroom. I made him sit on the bed and sat on his lap, straddling him. "You're leaving for the second time and we're breaking up. So let me just tell you how much you mean to me. You're not just a star to me, you're my whole damn sky. The day you stumbled into my life, with your charm and wrinkled smile, I was yours. You're the best thing that's ever been mine. The only guy who's loved me and whom I've loved right back. You're the star of my show. Whenever you're around, my world's a little better place. This isn't a childish, puppy love. This was my life. Our relationship was the best part of me. If someone asks me what is the best of me, I'd stand back and point at you. It's an intoxicating, passionate and crazy thing we have for each other. And I promise you that I love you, and I will continue to do so, for the rest of my life. I don't even have an option. Promise me, you won't call me, text me or harbour any memories of me, be happy with her. And if things go wrong, place your hand on your heart, cause that is one place you'll always find me."
He just stares at me while I speak, his breathes occasionally fanning my face.
"How I love you." He holds my head and pulls me on his shoulder. He rubs a hand across my back like I'm a kid. Kid. We could have married and had children, little cute ones. He would have been an amazing father, he didn't have one, so he would have known how to be a good one. All my dreams are shattered now. The little love and hope I had from life has died. His arms are the last homely feeling I'd get, for probably all my life.
"I love you." He says to me.
That just makes me weep more. Why? Why do we even love each other when we can't be together?
We spend the rest of the day kissing, cuddling, talking and making love. But conversation, most of all. About good times. The memories and the love once shared. And soon it's time for him to leave. With a heavy heart, I go with him uptil the door.
He looks at me intensely. "Goodbye Grace."
"Goodbye Alastair."
I leap into his arms and kiss him goodbye. A kiss of two broken hearts. And for the first time, the broken pieces don't stick back.
"I love you." He says.
I break into sobs. "Leave. Please."
I can't bear to look at his face. He turns back and walks out of the door. I shut the door and cry my heart out leaning against it. There's no one in this apartment and my soul feels empty.

Alastair
My tortured heart beats out of my chest. It isn't easy to erase the heartbeat from the heart. I can never let her go. Heck no I cannot. I cry for the first time since what feels like a decade.
I call for a taxi. One stops in front of me. "Airport." I say, drying my eyes.
"Sure sir."
I sit inside, leaving my heart in the apartment up the building.