Tangled in Love

Chapter 69: Torture or Antique.

Playlist - show me the meaning of being lonely by backstreet boys

"You have no right to know about my life or with whom I am engaged and you have no right to know that is it a real or fake engagement ring because you lost every right on me, do you get me ... now let me go"

The sound of thunder boomed in the sky pulling me out of my reverie.
I sighed and leaned on the french window looking outside at the heavy rainfall with loud thunders and lightening while her words echoed in my ear. 

"I never repeat my mistakes and you are one of them which will never happen again, you may have forgotten the sins of your past but I can't forget the thing that happened in our past..."

I sat down on the floor and leaned back on the wall;

"I was, I am and maybe I will be the only worst mistake she has ever done!"

I mumbled as I closed my eyes but all I could see was her, the way she danced with me while she rested her head on my shoulder and her sweet scent of cherry blossoms which always hypnotizes me and reminds of the time when we had some of the best moments of our life by spending time together. In the past she used to forgive my every mistake and would come back after I have apologized but tonight after the thing that happened between us - she might never forgive me; 

"Mayaan what should I do to be forgiven by you?"

I whispered while my heart ached for her forgiveness.
It seems my body had a mind of his own because the next I knew I was going towards my secret room. As I descended the stairs memories of that day flashed back in front of my eyes;

"Hold me... like you will never leave me"   

Her voice echoed in my ear. At that moment she was the same girl I had met during our first meeting. Her eyes filled emotions and she was so vulnerable as I held her in my arms - in that few minutes I felt I had my Mayaan back in my life as she buried her face in the crook of my neck like she used to do back then.

As I entered the room I turned on the lights and my sight caught the picture of the lady behind my thoughts. It was a picture of Mayaan when she was writing a diary in her room - I looked around the room while my eyes tracing on every picture of her hanged on the wall. I had filled this room with her pictures the one I had taken. I walked towards the picture of both of us together it was taken by Shrouq. It was the day after our date when Mayaan helped my little sister and friends in their school project. This picture is my favorite and I never got the chance to show this picture to Mayaan. In the photo, Mayaan has her most beautiful smile as she is looking at me and with the tips of her fingers, she is smudging pink paint on my jaw while I was looking at the camera. That day I was always around her and helping her with the projects and later we had our second date night by eating pizza with our third wheel Tim. That night we spent laying on the bed talking to each other but ended with cuddling each other and that night for the first time she let me sleep with her on the same bed but with a pillow wall between us and separate blankets. God gave me the opportunity to have her once in my life and I took that for granted and now I understand the phrase people say that opportunity comes once in a lifetime and I lost it because no matter what I do she would never forgive me. 

I sat down on the couch and leaned back as I took out my cell phone and dialed her number;

"Hey it's Mayaan here, Sorry I missed your call. If you're hearing this, then I'm especially busy today, but I'll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you!"

The voicemail was in her voice and for a moment I felt she answered the call but soon to my dismay it was her message for the callers. 

I wonder what would she be doing now, is she with Jadlaan or alone by herself cursing me and blaming me for things that happened in our past...