21 Days To Live

Day 6

Friday
1:47 am

Was I really running out of time? Was my life really coming to an end?

Aneway spoke as though everything she said was really easy to understand. As if with the snap of my fingers I could change everything I have ruined in the past.

Yet, I knew it wasn't easy.

I pushed away everyone that was close to me. I didn't care about my siblings or parents because I always felt as if they never cared about me. Rome was the only one I truly cared about. Yet, when Gemma came along, I felt as though I was once again alone in this world.

And that was when I decided I didn't need anyone. I had myself to care about and to love. I didn't need anyone.

My thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked at my door. It was almost merely hearable, but I knew someone was on the other side.

Either Rome or Gemma. And my guess was on Rome. Gemma, never in a million years would herself come see me.

I walked over to the door, securing my robe in place, before I opened the door. And there he was stood on the other side, his fist in the midst of being raised as if to knock again.

I raised an eyebrow in his direction, not inviting him into my room as I stared at him.

"And what would you like from me?" I asked him, wondering what the hell he was doing in my room well past midnight.

How could he even still be awake?

"I need to talk to you," he started, his chocolate brown eyes boring into my own grey ones.

I unwillingly opened my door up to him, inviting him inside.

"Make it quick, Rome. I've got a company to run in a few hours, for which I need my sleep," I told him.

He shook his head, then turned his back to me. "Seems to run fine when you're not in the office most of the time nowadays. I think it could survive without you."

Not from what Aneway had said earlier.

"What do you want to talk to me about? And why are you awake at this time? Don't you have somewhere to be tomorrow?" I asked him, crossing my arms across my chest.

He let out a deep breath before facing me again. "What have you been doing these past few days, Myra? You have been leaving the house in a hurry, then coming home way later than you usually would. I've even checked in the office, and they've always told me you're never there. Have you- have you found someone...?"

I stared at him with an emotionless look for a moment while trying to process his words. His black hair was a mess on his head, dark circles had began to form under his eyes and all together he simply looked broken and tired. And in one way or another it was my fault.

I looked away with guilt from him, not realizing that he might take that as an answer to his question.

"So this is it, isn't?" He whispered, his voice sounding weak, almost giving me the impression that somewhere deep down he still loved me.

Was this the better way out? If he hated me know, then tomorrow he would never have trouble accepting my death. He could easily move on, knowing that I betrayed him.