Life Goes On? (Sequel to Destined For Ireland)

Chapter Five

Ariel's P.O.V.

It has been four years. Exactly four year ago, today, I left everything for space and freedom. I thought this would only last a month at most, but I can't find myself to go back. Every time I find myself heading to the airport to catch the earliest flight to London, something tells me that I'm not welcome there anymore. If I go back now, it wouldn't feel like home. Where I am is as close to home as I'll ever get. I lie in my bed at my apartment I have lived in for four years, thinking of the life I once lived in Mullingar/London. Norway was my escape, but it's not where I have ever wanted to be. When I went to the airport that night, I asked when the next flight was departing, and the lady told me that the plane to Norway was now boarding, I took the chance. And now here I am, in my own misery. I lifted myself off of my bed and headed to the tea shop down stairs, thinking of when I first moved here. I tried at a new relationship with a sweet guy I met here a few months after I moved here. His name was Daniel. He had just moved here from Sweden to take care of his mother, but every time we hung out, I couldn't get my mind off of him- off of Niall. We're still friends now, but there is an awkwardness that keeps us from hanging out often.

"Four twenty will be your change." A petite blonde girl says, handing me my change and tea. I smile to her and grab my warm tea, heading over to my usual table near the window and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I logged on to Twitter and look at the recent posts. Something catches my eye. A picture of Belle and Parker, my nephew. He looks so cute with his curly brown hair and bright green eyes. I spot Louis and a redhead laughing at something in the background. They look so happy, so I check up on everyone else I left behind, seeing that they seem to have moved on as if I never left. I look at old photos of us all. I looked soo happy then and now I feel dead inside. I regret this so much. Why did I ever get into the habit of running when under pressure? I still wear the ring Niall gave me when he asked me to marry him. If I could go back in time and marry Niall, I would have dragged him to the court house after the meeting instead of letting the pressure consume me. I shake my head and quickly exit out of Twitter, pulling up a blogging website where I posted weekly blogs.

"Regret:

Every word I speak and every thought I think has a hint of regret enlaced with it. I can't escape this deep feeling of regret because it's all I live with. Living a life of solitude and regret all thanks to a decision I made years ago. No one is here to tell me this was all for the better because I left those who would behind.

-AJ"

I submitted and published my short exert on this site, quickly earning 'favorites' from my fans I grew over the years. Comments grew as well but I just ignored them. I set my phone on the table and grabbed my tea, sipping at it as I stare aimlessly out of the window and watched the snow peacefully fall to the ground. Maybe it's time to go home, if I can even consider it that anymore. Once I finished my cup, I got up and left. I walked down the street, faking a smile as I pass by people I have met while here. I walked to the local salon, taking a seat in the waiting area until I could be serviced.

"Ariel, love, come to the back." Haylee, my favorite stylist, called to me. I came and sat in her seat as she put the apron around me. "I haven't seen you in six months! Look how long your hair is!" She exclaims, making me giggle.

"It's past my butt now." I say as she brushes through my hair. "I want about two inches cut off at least." I let her know as she prepares the scissors.

"Are we coloring it?" She questions, sectioning my hair.

"Hmm... How about back to black? Might as well before I leave. I'm not sure how they'll react to dark blue red hair..."

"Where are you going, love?" She asks as she began cutting majorly.

"Home, finally."