Emerald Sparks

25

We spent that whole day wasting our money in clothes, shoes, but mostly, on food. After visiting two art galleries that are only in a walking distance, we went straight to the mall since we knew it was late enough to be open. I took a lot of pictures of the green eyed girl, and I got one posted to my Instagram. She was studying a painting in front of her and I was glad that there are no people around because I get to capture her alone with the work of art. She didn't know what I was doing and I quickly typed the caption before posting it.

"She never looked nice, she looked like art and art wasn't supposed to look nice—it was supposed to make you feel something."

I needn't have to tag her in it—she'll see it when she open her account—I know she'll be looking at my profile. That's how my girlfriend is.

And I'll definitely miss my girl.

I sighed to myself, now walking beside her with the bags on my hand along the sidewalk. Can't let my princess carrying heavy things. I want to treat her like this as long as I can—to let her know that I won't get sick of doing such things for her.

"Babe, where's Timothy?" She asked, letting her eyes wander around the busy city. I forgot to tell you that it was snowing. It wasn't that thick, though. It's just cold, and there are still people strolling around with us. "Are you sure you can handle that?" She asked, noticing the tons of bag I have in my hand. Might have bought too much clothes?

"Yeah," I grinned, lifting it up to make her see that I can manage. "It's not that heavy though. I told Timothy to pick us up near the mall. He should be here in a minute."

I placed the bags down for a while, scanning the area with the sign of our black van. Negative. Suddenly, Lauren's voice called out, making me turn my head almost immediately.

"Thank you," she said sincerely, the corner of her lips quirking up. "For everything."

"What do you mean?" I chuckled, not getting her point. Well, it wasn't only my money that we spent. She insisted on buying us a pair of beanie that we were wearing now. She also paid for our coffees at Starbucks.

"For the trip," she started, walking closer to me. "For being understanding at all times, for today, for everything."

I can't help but smile, pushing some bags aside so I could step closer to her. "You know that it's my duty to make you happy... and also my privilege."

"But I'm going to hurt you," she protested, and I quickly cupped her face with my hands.

"We talked about this," I replied softly. "It's okay if you hurt me."

"No," she placed her hands above mine. "It's not okay because I'm going to hurt the person I love the most."

"But it is what it is," I told her, trying my best to hold back the tears and to ignore the pain I'm starting to feel. She hasn't left yet, but the thought's already eating me alive. "Either you leave or not, we'll be hurting each other at some point, and that won't be prevented because that's how love works. We only learn from our past and become stronger when we've moved on. And no matter how much you hurt me, the only thing that I'll be thinking of is how much you love me. I'll read our conversations over and over again to remind myself that you don't want to hurt me. You never want to hurt me. It's just a trial and we'll get through it—we'll make it through."

"I'm so sorry, babe," she breathed out, her voice nearly shaking. "I didn't want it to happen like this."

"I know," I kissed the tip of her nose. "I know that you're just thinking of what's better for me, and I should be the one thanking you."