One In A Million

Chapter 62

23/05/2015

Over the last days, my phone inbox had exploded with tones of messages from Marco, imcluding whatsapp or skype. It seemed that he had guard eyes on my whatsapp status, watching attentively whenever I was active or not. Oh damnly gawd....
Yes, it was an absolute loving gesture of him, coming from the heart with the best of the intention, but there were days I felt he was oppressing me. He was so needy to see those messages in return, but no, I had other plans in my store for Marco and myself. I kept myself distant from his calls, oh yes I did. I hadn't this rush of excitment invading like it used each time I was seeing his name on my phome. On the day that he shown at my door, I knew so well on his real intentions hiding behind his sweet smiles, typical Marco. I was so satisfied how I didn't let him back effortlessly. "Come on Marco, I'm not that naive!" What was he expecting, that I'd open my arms after some poignant excuses of his, no sorry, that's not the way it had to be. What he did to me was something I absolutely couldn't banish from my mind. His rude words "move on and forget me" were still there inside of me, I hadn't proceed to digest those and had even start thinkimg if I'd ever move on that phase. Gosh... The pain he experienced because of my uninattented actions has been an atrocious one, not a day had passed without cursing myself over that. But what he afflicted in return was way more vicous, a deep cut that would probably never heal. My behaviour couldn't no way be labelled as of hypocritical, it had more to do with my self dignity. Marco had murdered what I had put so much efforts to construct again, trust. The problem wasn't about the heart or love, but trust. The fragile naive girl who used to be easily convinced with the formula (tell me the words to say to make you come back), existed no more. Sorry Marco. I did change and moved on, as you asked me to.

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It was one of those rainy Saturday evening, where you had to stick to a back up plan that was to stay home and try to find something to entertain yourself. Not that there weren't any leisures at home, of course including internet surfing that I liked very much, making somw bracelets, those kind of stuffs, but none of them came up with the diner out I had planned with Sophia. Since that I came back, we hadn't been given the ocassin to spend a night out, like in the old times. The stupid rainy weather kust screwed everything "I curse you so bad rain".

Sophia had been ranting furiously observing no changes in the weather. Thanks to the heaven that Dortmund managed to win their last game in the Bundesliga season, otherwise, she'd probably explode like some nuclear bomb. My sister was a so hot blooded personality, stil womdering where did she inherit this gene from. The 'is she really my sister" was still a so questionable matter. Anyway, I loved her endlessy. And yes, she still a burning supporter of Dortmund although of the huge disapoint their key player brought her. Gawd, she was hating on Marco so much, and that's enough reason for her to be kept in the unknown that Marco paid me a visit. If only she was aware he came around....

Sitting comfortably on the office chair, I typed on my phone screen some hilarious comments on Adam's instagram pics, with a very personal hastag #cuteaustralianapple. Just too bad that he had to leave Berlin in a hurry back for Melbourne, an "emergency business case" he claimed but promised me he would come back on the first week of June. "Be patient Brooke, you'll get to see him soon." I couldn't hold myself to heart every of his pics with hia adorable Ivy, his five old daughter. She was the exact replica of her dad. Adam was the best of the dad in this world. Ivy was his diamond. I was so expecting fowardly for our first encounter. My fingers still in the process of typing, the Skype video calling tone from the laptop caught my attention, but even more discomposed at the view of the username marco_11_21. "Shit..." I murmured under my breath. "Why didn't you put your status invisible or offline you idiot." I said and continually starred in a dumb way at Marco's name insisting, yep, a recognizable quality of him, sticking out to his ideas, that was to reach me, and now! Yes, I have been avoidimg every of his calls and messages, but how to avoid this. In my momemt of exasperation, I clicked on the green button waiting for the connection to be established.