Just a memory

Chapter 3

Hardin

This was it. This was the moment where I finally understood the saying of your feet being frozen. Not able to fucking move.

Her laugh fills the space. As I feel the pain in my chest slowly dissolving I put my hand over the place where my heart is supposed to be, afraid that my heart might jump out if I don't. But not even the hand over my chest could avoid it from jumping out.

I haven't heard the sound of her laugh in 81 days. I haven't seen her hair laying smoothly over her shoulder.

And now here she is. Standing right in front of me in a library out of town. How I missed the sound of her laugh filling the room and making everything around me stop spinning for what feels like a fucking eternity.

It has been 81 days since I've laid eyes on her flawless being. I look away. Afraid, that I might do her harm, just by daring to lay my eyes on her.

Perfection. That's an understatement for Theresa Lynn Young.

This cant be. Tessa standing right in front of me. Laughing.

Why the fuck is she laughing? Pain begins to fill me once again. Shouldn't she be sad? Shouldn't she be trapped in the same hell I've been trapped in since the day she left me?

The person that causes her laugh makes me want to fall onto my knees. Zed. 

Zed is the one that's making her laugh. Not me, but him. What is she doing with him?

I let out a loud sound trying to ease my growing pain. But no such luck.

Before I can even think, I feel my feet walking into the direction where the love of my life is standing with that nasty cockroach. This was the moment in which I wished my feet would have stayed frozen.

I stop in my tracks when I see that Tessa has now spotted me. The look in her eyes hurting my heart and soul worse than anything ever could. The look that she's giving me hurts more than what I've been going through for the past 81 days.

Not even the devil could bare this fucking feeling.

Disgust and regret. The love she once held so dearly for me in her eyes replaced with the one feeling I never wanted her to feel toward me. Hate.

My breathing gets rapid and my world finally starts spinning again. But not like it has been for the 81 past days. It's spinning in a way that makes me hold onto my fucking head.

My mouth is completely dry, not being able to speak as my eyes wander down to Tessa's hand - intertwined with Zed's. This is it. Nothing could be worse than this.

I take a few steps back and I can't hold it in anymore.
So she's with him now? The pain is indescribable.

But it's getting replaced. Anger. Agony. Seconds pass before she snaps out of her state and removes her hand from his.

"Hardin?"

Her voice makes me quiver.

But I don't answer. The only thing crossing my mind right now is the reminder that At this moment the pen is mightier than the sword.

So I open my mouth.