Love Me Day Or Night - Book 1 -

Loved Someone Else

~~ Loved Someone Else ~~

She cleared her throat, and looked at him again. Had it been a long time since they saw each other? She couldn't even remember. To that, an ironical smile spread through her face, yet by pressing her lips she hid it. No, the person was the same. She'd seen him time and time again. Every day, every moment in her life she'd thought about it. Now, it didn't matter much. Or that was what she'd thought.

He hid behind the news paper he was reading. Fate. Such an obnoxious being it was, making you cross paths with a person whom you'd want to forget yet there was no way through it. What...? The question hung around his head, but he took the sip of the cold coffee lying in front of him, and tossed away the newspaper. People could call him a coward not facing his fears, but... but he did not care. He did once, now it was not something he cared about.

Walking past, he walked up to her seat, where she was already looking at him. She did not even care looking down, when he walked up till her. The only movement which could be felt was the fiddling of her fingers, playing with the table cloth of the café and her throat which seemed to be gulping down saliva.

He stifled a chuckle when he realized that she was the same. He was almost standing in front of her.

She looked up with a questioning gaze. One year, and two months later their eyes met, "What do you find funny?"

He shook his head and sat opposite to her, "Nothing in particular."

"So you have some psychological syndrome of laughing at people you've met after a while?" Her eyebrows crooked at him.

He chuckled again, "See, this was the reason."

"I hadn't even spoken."

"Well, you didn't need to. I knew you'd say something like that."

"Ah! Weird much?" Her tone became sarcastic, "You remember after a year."

He sighed, this confrontation was inevitable, "You didn't want a package of two people instead of one. Not my fault." He stated calmly.

"You didn't want the burden of people behind mine." She answered. Her voice dangerously calm.

"Can we go somewhere else and not make a scene here?" He asked, the warmth filling his eyes as he gazed at her. She was still beautiful. Her eyes were the same brown colour, with gold flakes in them. Her frame was still the exact same, that day cocooned in a pink knee length maxi dress. Her locks were tied into a careless knot at the back of her head, while her bangs fell over her eyes when she looked down.

"Sure." She breathed out to look at him. She couldn't yet believe he was there, and they were talking. He was a bit different. She knew the reason behind it. He looked a tad bit more mature than before, as slight stubble grazed his chin. His blue shirt was snugly fit, paired with dark brown chinos. He seemed somehow different, the creases beside his eyes more prominent. So he was laughing that much?

He forwarded his hand, and even with a moment of dilemma she grabbed it, leaving the payment on the table she was sitting.

It felt weird. Holding hands after so long. It wasn't very long, but one year had felt like a decade for the other. She wanted to pull her hands out, but she felt his fingers intertwining them and tangling them with hers tightly. It was bizarrely calming. She looked up at him, as they walked down the streets towards the nearby park.

He looked down, maybe knowing that she was looking at him with a dazed gaze. His heart did a weird thud, as he smiled wobbly at her. What was he going to say? He had no idea but this moment was something he couldn't let go of.

As they stood by the park's railing, he let go of her hand, and she pulled it away instantaneously.

"So?" Her voice sounded heavy with emotion.

"So... how is life?"

"They way you left me with it." Her lashes looked down.

His arms went over, supporting her shoulder as he pulled her closer, "You left me too."

"Did we have another choice?"

"We always have a choice. Just..."

"We loved someone else more than we loved each other."

He nodded, "I can't possibly leave Vivaan behind."

"I couldn't have left Maa behind..." Her voice trembled, and that was when he noticed that her shoulders were weaker than what they had been once before.

"Why are y-you using past tense for her?" Somehow he was scared of the answer.

She looked up to give him a watery smile, "Because she left me months after you did."

With the words, the world crashed down upon him. He was left speechless. She had no other family other than her mother. Her father had passed away, months before he'd left them alone because her family was something she couldn't have left, and he was not ready to take the pressure of so many people being dependent on him. She loved her mother too much to leave her alone.

"Unlike your son," She said again, "She left. How is Vivaan?"

His son. The words made him swell with pride, and made him smile. Vivaan wasn't his own son. After his cousin and her husband had passed away in an accident when Vivaan was merely a three month old baby, he'd adopted him. He couldn't leave behind him for anything, and she wasn't yet ready to be a mother or that was what she'd thought.

"He wants a mom." He gulped hard, "He's one and half year old now. And the first word he ever spoke was Mom."

Her lips trembled as he looked down. Looking up, he could see that her eyes were moist. Tiptoeing up, she pressed her trembling lips to his, while his arms caged around her waist, and kissed her back. Fate. Such an obnoxious being, really. They were in love, not with each other the most but the people in their lives. Yet, living without each other felt empty. He was in love with his son. She was in love with her mother.

The moments she'd spent with Vivaan flashed behind her mind, as tears spilled on her cheeks, and he wiped them away.

"Will you be his mom this time?" He asked, pain lacing each word of his.

She smiled, a teary watery breathtaking smile, "After we meet him."

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It... this hit me like the fireball of feels when I read it again, because I wanted to edit it...
Vivaan will have a new mom! Omg! The one and a half year old guy is adorbs! You just have to see him once to fall in love with him.

Eeeeee. And it always works out with people it is supposed to work out with, no matter how long it's been.

Love,
Dee.