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We were sitting quietly on this cold bench at Central Park. For how long? I don't know. For some reason, our feet led us here in this quiet, deserted place at 12:30 in the morning – with only the gloomy street lamps keeping us company.

It's funny how easy the mood shifted between us – from the high we felt at Andre and Yassi's wedding earlier, to this melancholic, depressing shithole we're in. Everything happened in just a snap of a finger.

I can tell Nadine is crying silently at the far end of the bench. I wanted to reach out and comfort her but I decided not to do anything. She has a lot of explaining to do.

It's been two years since I last saw her, and our parting was not pleasant. It happened so fast, I just woke up one morning and she was gone. She disappeared, and no one would tell me where she went. It was probably the darkest moment of my life. I felt betrayed. And there's nothing more hurtful than being betrayed by someone you love most.

Since then, a lot of things happened. I'd like to believe that I was able to function and move on without her. It took a while, but I did it. But do I still have feelings for her? I'm not sure. It's something I've been trying to avoid ever since. No matter how hard my family and my friends try to ask me, I just give them a shrug and say, "I don't wanna talk about it," then walk away.

And now, here we are... The moment I've been waiting for. I can now finally see the light at the end of this dark, dark tunnel I've been walking in for years – where every second feels like an eternity. But right now, I don't give a fuck. I want answers. I want to hear them from her and not from anyone else. I've waited years just to be in this position – no, a few more minutes, hours, wont hurt. This night will not end without me getting the answers I deserve to know.

Give me a day, Jamie
Bring back the lies
             Hang them back on the wall

Nadine's deep, raspy sigh woke me up from my reverie. I turned and looked at her, I can literally feel the gap between us getting narrower and narrower.

"I'm ready, James. What do you want to know?"

"Nadine, I want to know what happened to us. Why did you suddenly disappear? Why was it easy for you to let go everything we have? Did... you even... truly... L-LO..LOVE me?"

Fresh tears flowed down her face. She exhaled loudly and gently blew her nose with her hanky. I watched closely and noticed how thin and shaky her fingers have become. Again, I felt the urge to reach out and hold her and AGAIN, I was able to stop myself.

"That night when we fought at the restaurant? I felt like the biggest jerk in history. I never realized that I was already taking you for granted. And the moment I saw you walk away, it was only then that I realized how bad I hurt you and that I can't bear to lose you in my life. I tried to follow and stop you from leaving, but I was too late. You were already gone.

And when I arrived home, I realized you were planning to propose, I've became more eager to win you back and ask for another chance. I went around the metro looking for you and I finally found you at Barcino. You were hugging Ericka, and I saw this pure bliss and genuine happiness in her face th-"

"Nadine, what you s—" I cut her but she held out her hand and cut me back.

"I'm sorry James, please let me finish... I might lose this strength and courage to tell everything, so please..." she pleaded.

I looked her straight in the eye and gave her a stiff nod.

She inhaled deeply and began talking again...

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