When The Wrong One Loves You Right 1: A New Life

Chapter 32: More Explanation

It's Saturday. I've spent the day thinking about my decision. I've decided, I'm not sharing a cubicle with Mark anymore. I don't know if changing work space will be enough. I've contemplated quitting my job and moving home. I'm sitting in my apartment depressed. I don't really feel like living. I'm sitting in my sweats watching tv, slumped on my couch with a tub of ice cream on my belly. My hair hasn't been brushed this weekend, not once. My makeup is smeared and smudged down my face from crying. My phone rings just as I take a big bite of ice cream. I don't look at the screen, I just answer.

"Hello." I say.

"Ana? It's Mark. Are you free."

"I can be, but it depends on what you want."

"I'd like to see you."

I take a deep breath; my heart is pounding in my chest. His voice is gentle, begging.

"Where?"

"It's above the city. I'll text you the address. Can you take a cab?"

"Yes, of course. When?"

"Now, if you can." He said.

"Ok. I'm on my way."

I hang up, my hands are trembling. I'm not sure if it's real or if I just imagined it. My phone dings with the address he wants me to go to. I stand and quickly clean myself up. I'm not going to doll myself up, I just want to look like less of a bum. I go down and get in the first cab I see and give him the address.

The taxi stops on the side of a road. The driver seems just as surprised as me to be dropping me off in the middle of nowhere. I see Mark leaning against his bike. I ask the driver to shut the lights off and keep the meter running. The scene is almost surreal. There's nothing but road and you can see the city stretch out for miles.

"Thank you for coming Ana." Mark said not looking at me.

I walk towards him slowly while I look at the lights of the city.

"Why did you make me come here Mark?" I asked.

He steps away from his bike and comes towards me. His face is sad but at peace.

"I wanted to show you."

"Show me what Mark?"

He turns his head looking at the bend ahead of us.

"This is where Lila died."

My blood turns cold instantly and I freeze. He asked me to come here to explain one of the hardest ordeal of his life.

"Mark..."

This token of trust overwhelms me and I'm not sure what to say. Mark slowly takes my hand in his. His warmth calms me.

"I'm sorry I hurt you Ana. I never wanted this."

His voice is just a whisper, a whisper that shatters my heart. He lowers his eyes to our hands. My heart tightens as I think about our fight and how cold we've been to each other the past few days.

"When you said that you were going to switch cubicles I knew that I was losing you."

He looks at me with a look so sad that it's hard for me to stay strong. Slowly he turns away staring at the winding road in front of us.

"We were coming through here." He pointed to the road ahead.

I squeeze his hand to show him that I am here. That I am ready to listen to it all and I'm hopeful he won't shut me out. I slowly follow him as he walks the path they had taken with the motorcycle.