Vyvonne’s Point of View
Invitation letters are filled up on my table. Everybody wants me to be their guest at their party. Well who I am to reject their invitations. Since the day I have left London I’d decided to pursue my dreams here in New York City. Fate was so good to me. I am now in the peak of my success as one of the New York’s famous designer and model.
I always kept myself busy to be able to forget him. I’d drown myself at work. I always kept in my mind that nothing is important than work. I may sound bitter but NO! I’m not; I know this is the only way to forget our Sad Beautiful Tragic Love Story in London.
It’s been a year—a year without him, a year that I am still trying my very best to forget about him, a year of fooling myself with my own misery, a year of trying to convince myself that I don’t love him. It’s only a year but I feel like it’s been an eternity. I wonder how he was… I’ve never heard any news about him since I left or should I say that since he pushed me away. I never want to hear any news about him. I hoped he was happy now with her, with their baby. I cut all my connections with them as well as my only best friend Anna. I am starting to miss that girl.
“Hey Miss Yvonne, Mr. Smith is on the other line” Bea said she was my secretary and one of my closes friends here in New York. I nod to her and picked up the phone.
“Hello Mr. Smith how may I help you?” I said to him. Mr. Smith was the one who helped me to reach my dreams. He knew everything about me. He treated me like his real daughter. He made what I am today. YVONNE LO, a famous model and designer, the owner of LO clothing line here in New York. I’ve tried to forget that I am Vyvonne Lopez. I’ve tried to bury that in my past. I’ve tried to move on.
“Just to remind you that you have to send me your new designs for London’s expansion before weekends” he said on the other line. Oh God I’ve almost forgotten about that. I massage my temple. Damn it London’s expansion was stressing me out.
“Uh… Yes I’ll send it before weekend” I said coldly.
“Is there anything wrong sweetie?” he said his voice was filled with concern.
“Nu—nothing” I lied. I wasn’t okay with the idea of expanding in London. I know it was a big market for my company but I am scared. I am afraid to see him again. I am scared to feel the pain again. I know it’s been a year but I just can’t forget about him. He is so special to me, he’ll always be. He’ll always will.
“I know what’s bothering you Vyvonne” he always calls me by my real name when we were talking in private. How can I forget about my past when he always reminds me of who I am? My true identity that is stolen away from me. Who’s the real me—Vyvonne Lopez, the girl has been in love with an Irish member of a famous boy band One Direction who just happens to be Nialler James Horan.
“It’s time to face your fears now young lady… how can you fully move on if you are still afraid of your past? It’s been a year. You can’t run from him all your life. You have to face him whether you like it or not. It’s the only way for you to know if you still love him or not. The only way for you to be happy and free yourself from your past.” Maybe he was right, maybe I should face him. I know he is happy now because one of his dreams came true to have his own family but the sad part is I am not part of that dream that we planned together. I don’t want to suffer all my life because of my love for him. He moved on and I should move on too.
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A Sad Beautiful Tragic Love Affair (Niall Horan)
Подростковая литератураThey say that you don't know what you got until it's gone. But the truth is you know what you had, you just never thought you would lose it. The memories haunt, they just come screaming at me in flashbacks..... -Niall Horan I remember everything but...
