CHAPTER EIGHT: Epilogue
Dear Lauren,
Starting off with the letter that I'm doing pretty amazing and I just wanted you to know that, since you've been overly paranoid of me not answering your emails.
The whole moving to Australia was really hectic and I apologize if this the only time I am responding to your email.
How are you and Ivan? The twins? Dylan and Autumn? I've saw photos from Ivan's IG that they'll be starting their kindergarten this coming June.
It has been five years since I have last seen them and I know that it was my partly my fault. I do apologize. I'm sorry but I don't that I could ever come back there.
To much painful memories that until today is still as vivid.
I never did considered that place as home, it was more or a get-away place from everything that I was running from. It is sad that I could never come back there, it was a beautiful place.
Anyway, you have been dotting me about new addition to the family. Ah, yes, it's a girl.
He's really, really ecstatic about of having a girl this time. We've decided to stop at three beautiful children, but who knows?
Okay, enough of that, the real reason why I was writing to you, because you've been bugging me and asking me for all the details of my life during the seven years-span. I feel such a bad friend for not being able to talk about this for years, because of work — him — my children and you moving to the States. The last time we encountered was my wedding and we didn't have the time to catch up, because my husband was too excited to take to me to Maldives for our one month long honeymoon.
Here it goes..
When I left my home town, I was truly devastated. My heart was too broken that I remember thinking that it was too impossible to fall inlove again.
Miracles do happen.
I finally did.
It was raining outside in the middle of the night as Nadine, who was still wide-awake was brushing her teeth until a knock on the front door was heard. Cleansing her mouth with water then tapping the toothbrush on the sink before putting it on a cup.
She made her way to the front door and without really thinking of checking who was outside, she slowly opened the door.
The moment that she did open the door, she wished that she didn't and ignored the sounds of knocks and falls asleep.
It was like as if her world turned upside down when those caramel brown orbs laid on hers.
"James?" She squeaked, even though she wished that she sounded more confident. She was astonished that the man who broke her heart was standing outside of her door. This must be a wild dream.
James gave a sheepish smile, a hand running through his hair, "Can I please come inside?"
Should I let him inside? After everything he said to my face?
Do I still want him — after all this time to enter my life?
"Yes." She said, moving to the side to give James enough space to enter inside
James walked inside the apartment slowly as if he was trying to memorize and get used to the new environment in-front of him, "Still the perfectionist, I see. I really love how you design your whole place.
