Unforgotten Love

Chapter 10 Samantha Rivers and Jake Colin

Samantha Rivers

           It took me over ten minutes to stop crying, so I decided to wipe my tears and return to the table because Jake could’ve been waiting for me. I just continued to walk to Jake with every intention to tell him that we should’ve gotten some rest.

         “Sam.” Jake saw me get to my chair. His mood lightened up a bit, but he seemed a little worried of the call from my mom, and he pretty much saw in me that I was troubled. “What’s the matter?”

           “Huh?” I got distracted with my thoughts that I barely heard what Jake said. “I’m fine.”

            “Why did you cry?” he asked. I didn’t even know how he noticed that.

            “What are you talking about?” I tried to deny it. “I didn’t cry.”

            “Sam, I’ve gotten to obsessed with you before which is why I can tell whether you’re sad or not.” Jake explained. “I can tell there’s something wrong.”

            I stared at Jake, almost cried. I forced myself not to reveal any tears, but I couldn’t help it; my tears ran down. Jake stood up and walked to me the moment he saw my tears.

            “Tell me what’s wrong, Sam.” He held my arms.

            I just couldn’t lie that time. Jake knew what’s wrong. He’s just denying it to himself. I got all nervous. I shook my head, and Jake figured what that meant.

            “You didn’t convince your mother to cancel the engagement?” he guessed.

            “No!” my voice weakened as he let go of my arms. “It was not that I didn’t! It’s that I made too many mistakes in the past that I couldn’t!”

            Jake was buried in thoughts for a moment. All I did was cry.

            “So, this is the end of us?” Jake asked in pain, barely stopped himself from crying. “So, are we just supposed to move on? Are we just supposed to forget each other?”

            “I don’t think I could survive in that, Jake.” I continued crying.

            “But you’re saying we must, aren’t you?”

            “Jake, please.” I didn’t care if people were staring or overhearing our conversation. I just wanted to see Jake’s smile, the one I used to see every time he looks at me. “I can’t do that! I can’t move on! I can’t just forget about you.”

            “Yes. You can, Sam.” He said. “You’ve already done that for eight years.”

            “Jake…” I couldn’t say anything in my defense because he was right. I couldn’t help but cry.

            “Let’s just go back to the apartment. I’m tired.” Jake said and walked away.

            It seemed he couldn’t be stopped, so I just followed him in silence. He probably paid for the dinner the day he reserved it. But that really didn’t matter. Jake’s silence was a lot more concerning than anything else. I didn’t know what to say or if it’ll make Jake feel any better. I just decided to let him be in silence as we walked with the snow breeze. As we got back to his apartment, the snow got a lot intense like there’s a snow storm. Jake is still a gentleman to let me in the apartment first, though I still felt his frustration.

            Hours passed, and Jake still hadn’t talked to me. He was just doing his normal routine. I just sat on his bed, waiting for him to come. We both were settled to the sleeping time: we changed our clothes, took a bath, locked the doors and all. But Jake still hadn’t said a word. When the lamps were the only lights on, Jake went to the bedroom.