Chapter 3
Alison's POV
My heart was thumping against my fragile chest. The hair behind my neck stood as I could sense every pair of eyes present staring at my every move. I looked around the fine place looking for my soulmate but he was nowhere to be found. I stood there dumbfounded, standing at the entry looking around the almost empty diner.
A waiter waked towards me with a half smile plastered on her cupcaked face.
" Hey, what do you want?" The bitch snapped unattractively.
I ignored her nasty comment and said," My reservation...?" I squinted my eyes taken aback by her bitchiness.
She rolled her eyes and flipped the reservation booklet harshly while asking me , " Name please." In her fake British accent.
"Uhh, I think it's under Tyler..."
"Oh that Greek god, he came and cancelled it just now," she said putting a smirk on her disgustingly red lips while looking at her perfectly manicured nails. "Oh, and he told me to pass you this." She took out a letter from her bra, like seriously her bra *Mentally pukes*.
I took hold of the letter and saw that it was already opened wtf. You could actually see the part where it was torn. Two thoughts came into my mind that second : Why did Tyler cancel our date without bothering to text me? And did that bitch opened my fucking letter?!
Oh god, I was dreading to open the letter. I quickly ran outside and saw that it was raining heavily. I got into my car and anxiously read the letter....
Dear Ali,
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Ali. I can't do this anymore. My moms in the ER. I'm leaving. I'm moving with my dad to somewhere far away from you. You are my love, my soulmate, my everything. You are the reason why I'm still here. I love you Ali.. So so much. But I'm not good enough for you..........
A tear dropped on the paper. Huh? I was crying? I didn't even know that. Tears just came and came. What happened? I asked myself. What did I do to deserve such shit. I hate him so much. UGHH. I hate him so fucking much. Through everything and this is what I get? A FUCKING LETTER?!
I quickly started the car, thinking of everything that we've been through. I can't do this I thought. I quickly took out my phone and dialled that bastard's phone number.
First ring....second ring.... Third ring.. " hey.."
" TYLER YOU ASS..!" I shouted
" .... I'm probably busy or sleeping, please leave me a message after doot.." The sound machine replied.
" ARGGGGH!," I ended the call and stepped on the gas and zoomed out of the diner. But before I could get into the main road, I saw black...
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