effervescent | m. hummels & r. lewandowski

[ chapter fourteen ]

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In my entire life, I've learned one thing the best, one action will have different consequences and reactions from two different people. For instance, if I said yes to Mats for his proposal, surely he'll be ecstatic but Robert on the other hand, won't be as much fond of it.

As I tried to listen whatever Robert was telling me, my mind still lingered at Mats who I hadn't heard from or seen for a few days now—it visibly hurt me.

"Robert," I breathed, pushing his hands away from mine. "I can't have this conversation with you, not right now at least. You've hurt me so much that I have lost all faith and belief in you. I see that you're trying for my sake and Clara's but it isn't enough. What you did can't be taken back nor can be compensated for. I'm sorry but I just can't." With that, I stood up, tears brimming in my eyes, and walked out of the room.

I don't know where did I go at that time of the night but all I knew was that I was having difficulty breathing. I walked out of my house, not knowing where my feet took me. A crying mess I was, tears blurring my vision, the cold wind blew in my face and I cursed.

Walking out of the house in a sleeveless top wasn't a good idea.

Stupid Ara, stupid.

"I don't know what to do anymore." I cried to myself, whispering into thin air. "God, help me." I wiped a tear from my eye and picked up my phone which was thankfully still in my pocket.

I stopped on the only contact my eyes longed to see.

"Hello- Mats here, who's this?" I heard him say and I closed my eyes— hearing his voice after so long, I didn't realise I missed him so much. I miss him so much.

"Hello?" His voice made me think if he had deleted my number from his phone. As though realising it, I heard a huff on the other side of the line and say. "Oh my go— shit, Ara. I didn't see the caller ID, shit, I wasn't expecting you to call me after eve— shit, how are you? Ara?"

I let the delight wash over me for a minute or two, hearing his voice just brought so much comfort to my heart that I couldn't even relish upon it for longer. And then, a son escaped my lips.

"Are you okay? Ara, talk to me." I heard him say in worry but I couldn't bring myself to say something. My lips wobbled and I put a hand to my mouth to stop them— it was an endless cycle.

"The park." I whispered. "Where you took— Clara an—"

"I'm on my way." With that, the line went dead. I let the phone fall down from my hands as I snuggled behind a bench, wrapping my arms around my knees as I brought them close to my chest. I couldn't take it, I couldn't talk to Robert about anything without remembering all that he had put me through— all the tears he had given me and all the abuses I had endured.

It was always the mere thought of Clara that kept me going all this time. But I was human too, didn't I deserve what I didn't get?

People needed to understand that everyone was human and they all have a breaking point, all of them cry even when they say they don't and all of them laugh even when they're dying on the inside.

Soon, I heard footsteps, instantly, I got up from my position and looked around frantically, my head whipping in different directions around me until I spotted him.

"Mats." I whispered but he heard me, as his head snapped right at my standing finger in the middle of the park and he ran forward and so did I, lunging forward like my life was ending soon.

I smashed into his tall frame, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close. I remember, soaking his white shirt with my salty tears. Mats' arms circled around my waist, pulling me closer to himself more if I wasn't already.

I also remember him kissing me like there was no tomorrow, tongue tied, we were— breathless and beautiful, a horrendous disaster but a disaster that was a beautiful thing to my heart.

"I can't do this anymore." I whispered against his lips. Mats patted my back and smoothed down my hair, running his long fingers through the locks.

"What are you talking abou—" I didn't let him finish and instead crushed my lips against his. The kiss was feverishly intoxicating, the taste of him was something I wanted on myself all the damn time. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I pressed my forehead against his, breathing raged.

"Yes." I mumbled, knowing that it would change my life forever.

"What?" Mats asked me with confusion in his eyes, his own breathing also heavy. We looked like a desperate teen couple eating out each others' faces in the middle of a park— oddly cute.

"Yes, to your proposal."