Runaway 2

Chapter 12

7 Months Later. London. 2:04AM. Love is destructive.

I sit in the pub, sipping on my drink when a man comes and sits beside me. I groan.

"Look I'm enjoying myself, I don't need you to buy me a drink, I very much would love to just have a peaceful drink by myself," I say in annoyance. In the 3 months I have been in London and been to a pub, I've had countless men try to hit on me and today I chose to blow out from being tired of this bullshit.

"What makes you think that I would waste my money on a woman who clearly is sad from an emotional long term relationship breakup, If I wanted to hit on someone, I would go over to those group of girls at the table in the back, they're having fun, clearly out here to hook up and find some fun for the night, no blokes in sight with them, clearly an easy catch to impress.. Also forgot to mention how that every seat on this bar is full and this was the only empty seat, which comes back to my other point of you being heartbroken because you were so clearly so wrapped up in your sad little thoughts to notice how the seats are full here because you're drinking away your pain and are too deep in it to notice, so please, if you don't mind, I would love to enjoy a drink without your utterly rude and totally not smart comments," The man looks at me and says. I was quiet, speechless to be exact.

"I-I..."

"Leave the shock for another time, like I mentioned, I want to enjoy a drink... By myself, I know you're impressed but spare it for later.. If we ever meet again," He then moves on to ordering his drink. His hands intertwined with each other as he rests his chin on them, his face holding the straightest expression I've ever seen a human hold.

"Thanks but I never said I was impressed, I just don't need your snarky comments... You were clearly showing off," I fire back, he was taken back because I'm guessing by the looks of it, he doesn't get this type of reply back. He raises his eyebrows and then furrows them.

"But you were a little impressed.. Or you wouldn't be speechless," He points a finger in the air, like he was making a point and then smiles.

"No, I was just interrupted," I flash him a cold smile. He sat there, in quite shock to my surprise, he exhales loudly and shakes his head and then starts to laugh softly and looks back at me. This time with almost a smile. I couldn't help but grin either and I sip my glass.

"Cheers," He says and we click our glasses. Then we burst into laughter for some reason. I actually had pure laughter come from inside me after so long, suddenly things hit me and I'm back to my depressed, arrogant and rude attitude. I then look away from him, take out my phone and just browse through it.

I have old thoughts flash back in my head, of me and Mark calling off our engagement and breaking up. I regret it, I regret it because I was the one who called it off.

FLASHBACK.

"Are you joking? Please tell me you're joking, this can't be happening?," His frustration to a max level, his hands in his hair, his breathing heavy but I break down in tears. I fall back down on our couch, just watching him break.

"I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry, I just can't," I say softly.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE APOLOGIZE TO ME! I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU RIGHT NOW!," He screams on top of his lungs. Tears fall out of his eyes, but he isn't really crying. It's just a few tears but this is the most vulnerable I've seen him. My heart sinks into my chest, is this what I really want? To call our engagement off? Break up with him and disappear? Runaway? Yes. That's what I want to do. When nothing seems right, that's what I always do.

"How can you even want to be with me.. After I told you what happened...," I tell him.

"Didn't I forgive you? FORGIVE YOU FOR SLEEPING WITH THAT FUCKING OLD BOYFRIEND OF YOURS BEHIND MY BACK! No, you can't, you can't call off the engagement, I will not let you ruin my reputation and whatever respect I have left for myself in the eyes of my family!," After he's done talking, I realize that there is no point in even reconsidering not calling the engagement off. He cares about his reputation more than us. He cares about what people will think, how he was so stupid for letting a girl like me in his life, he knows they'll all say I told you so. I can't believe him either right now, as bitter as I am for calling this engagement off, he's worse for caring about his reputation more than our relationship itself.