After discovering the truth behind her part in Richard's life Juliette returns home. They say time heals everything, but as time goes on both break more and more inside with each passing day. Everyday life without each other isn't the same, and it i...
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J U L I E T T E
My eyes flutter open the next morning.
When I step into the bathroom I see the usual puffiness and redness to them. I didn't feel the heavy weight that I had been feeling lately today, which was good. Hopefully if I can acknowledge my true feelings instead of shutting them out I can bring myself to let go eventually. As much as I love him I know I can't go back to him. That life I was leading was not my own, and as much as it hurts me to say, I hope they hire someone else. Maybe that will be the last blow and I'll learn to look the other way instead of looking into things further.
As I wash my body I can't help but think of how incredibly stupid I had been to think that I could spend a year with Richard and not fall for him at some point. I've never fallen for anyone this way, and I can see why I shut myself out so badly. This was what I was scared of. Feeling so empty.
The empty hole in my heart only seems to fill itself up when I bring myself to think of him. Most times I just do it because it gets tiring to avoid thinking of him. Also because it gets tiring feeling so numb all the time.
Sometimes I wonder if he misses me like I miss him. I wonder what he is feeling and thinking when he hears my name. I wonder if his heart breaks a little every time he remembers what holding hands with each other feels like. Or if he looks to the opposite side of the bed before shutting his eyes at night. Most importantly, I wonder if he finds himself coming to back for me. I try not to raise my expectations when it comes to this, but I can't help but think about what would I do if he ever shows up here. What will I say to him?
What will he say to me?
I realize my pride is the thing setting the distance between us. I have a strong feeling he's been calling and texting constantly. I'm just scared to be right because as much as I hated to admit it Richard Camacho was my weakness. There was something about this jerk that completely moved me, and I didn't even know what. My heart wants to go back to him, but my brain and thoughts always make sure I don't.
"What are you doing?" I ask Marisol as I entered the room to see her sorting through my closet.
"All your clothes ugly as shit, bitch. But I need something for this afternoon." The hangers clicked as she moved clothes to the left, scrunching her nose at most of them. I went on to dress myself in shorts and a tank top to be comfortable for the day. I sat in bed and watched her as she placed some on the bed and then held them up to herself in front of the mirror. She did that with about ten then I began to look at some YouTube makeup videos to kill time. She had even moved on to some of my drawers too.
A small thud of jewelry brought my attention back to her, and I saw her holding up the floral dress I wore the day I met Aaliyah and Richard's family. In between Marisol's feet was the cross necklace Richard had placed on me that day. My stomach churned when I saw it, and I felt queasy looking at some thing that belonged to him back here.
