The Day He Came Back To My Life [COMPLETED July 2015]

Chapter Sixteen - A confession from a REAL friend

Irina's POV

I guess it won't be as bad.  They said that it's better to make someone happy for the rest of their life more than making yourself happy.

Maybe in the next life, we'll get our happy ending. 

And maybe I'm making the right decision.

I hope... I'm making the right decision.

Vince's POV

I just stood there. Getting bumped by other people as I saw them holding each other's hands. I thought nothing would be worse than seeing them with their hands together. But no. 

Irina's ring finger caught my attention. A shiny crystal ring shined as her hand moved. Why am I even here? To see them enjoying each other? 

I wish I can punch John. I want him to get hurt as much as I'm hurting right now. But I'm not that stupid. What I'm seeing right now is obviously already too much embarrassment. I won't make a scene anymore. I don't want to make a scene anymore. Because the more I do it, the more I get hurt. And the more I get hurt, the more I feel myself dying every second. And the more I feel myself dying every second, the more I feel worthless. And the more I feel worthless... the more I realize that she finally gave up on me. The more I realize that she had finally said enough. 

And right now, it's making me think back. What if I just took the courage I had 2 years ago? Will I be happy right now? Will things be different right now? Will I be still hurting right now? 

Maybe if I wasn't too scared to ask for her forgiveness, maybe if I didn't feel too secure of her love, maybe if I was a bit humble before, she will be mine right at this moment. 

But unfortunately, it's too late. It's already too late. I was 2 years late. Or even maybe 5 years, counting the years we didn't see each other. 

I read a quote written by a seventh grader, that said, "Life is written in pen. You cannot erase the past. So you just have to keep moving forward." This quote perfectly describes my life right now. What I have done to Irina seven years ago is written in pen. I cannot change the past, which means I could never take all the pain I have given her back. So all I have to and all I could ever do is to keep moving forward. 

So I'll do it. 

I have no choice left to do anyway.

I turned around and opened the glass door to get out of hell. I don't need to see and hear the rest of their announcement. I don't need to see and hear the frisson from their employees. It's just.. it's too pointless. I already know anyway. So might as well leave the hell out of there. 

As soon as I left and closed the door, that is when I heard people cheered for them. Good job of me. Just right on time. 

I kept walking. I'm walking fast though, I didn't want to walk really slow, you know, the ones you see in the movies and TV Shows. When the person sees their lover being happy with someone else, they walk away and they walk freaking slow. Then they start feeling the pain more. Then eventually, they'll start crying and they lean on the wall and they slowly fall down while crying silently. 

Those things are too dramatic. And I'm not so dramatic. Not really. Well, I try not be. But it doesn't really matter. 

Anyway, I am walking right now. And surprisingly, I'm trying to be happy about the whole thing. About John and Irina, their thing, I mean. I don't remember but, someone has told me or sometime in my life, I read this quote that sort of said that love is when seeing the person you love happy and you being happy about it.