New York, the city of lights and streets. It took me 10 days to visit famous restaurants, museums, and parks. The best and most refreshing trip ever in my mind. Someway, I found that I had peace within myself. I was light, free, and healthy. Perhaps this land wasn't as bad as I thought, it was just an incident that built a wrong impression in me. For once, I felt relieved. I knew that Sasha was a part of my life that treated me, but I couldn't keep her long under my wing. She wasn't a rebound, she was something sacred, a bunker from the world, a person to be loved by, and an escape from the past, but never a rebound. In the heart of the moment that arrested my thoughts, my feelings took a break. I felt I knew who I missed, who I needed, and who I loved in a glimpse, Henry. I called, more than once, to get any reply back, but I failed. It could be that "home is where the heart is" an accurate quote. I hated every bit of this land, but I still came here for the reason that I didn't know, and for a second, I came to realize that it's Henry.
It was only a couple hours before booking a ticket back to the UK, for my 15 days trip had to come to an end until finally, I got a call.
"Henry!" I yelled with excitement in the middle of the street, then I stood beside a parked car.
"You're in town, I heard." he giggled coldly.
"Can we meet?" I asked as I swung left and right, waiting to hear his consent.
"You know that you're in the United States, not the united streets in the same block." he joked sarcastically.
"I'm in New York - dummy - you should've known from Kate already."
"Well, do you like it?" he spoke off the edges of his lips.
"It's the crowd. I think I needed to be in such a place for a vacation, but not an entire life. I think it's unhealthy."
"Some people like the noise." he calmly replied.
"Um, are you going to show up?" I hopelessly asked.
"Did you read my letter Marceline?" he uttered after a moment of silence.
"Yes," I hesitated "I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you Henry, goodbye."
letter reference:-
"Dear M, I hope you get my letter when I'm already out of town. It feels really good to see that you've moved on past what happened. I am glad that I saw it with my eyes. Some turbulence in our life is necessary to let us know who we are. It might take a month, a year, or 20 years, but in the end, we'll get to know it, right? I'm going back to collecting antiques, I think this is the greatest thing I can do at the time. I'm sorry for the messed up names, for knowing my real name, and for faking this name... I'll stay your Henry, or a Henry, whatever you'll like. I also wouldn't like doing what I'm going to do, but I apologize to your friend as well. I shouldn't have got so much on my nerves. Anyway, I hope you enjoy your life with the way it's going with you. Good funds, new house, prestigious job, in your hometown, between your friends and your bookstore family. I believe this is such a success story. Henry, Scott, or whatever you'd like to call me."
I couldn't stop myself from crying after I hung up the phone, as I was expecting him to meet me here, but I knew it was too late and that I have hurt him enough. As soon as I reached the hotel, I packed my stuff and went through the airline's website to get a ticket. A weird knock came out of my door, not the usual room service knock, that made me wonder for a second. I closed my bad and locked my phone to get up and open the door. It was then when I got the biggest surprise of my vacation...
"Henry?!" I called him and fell into tears.
"Hey, come here." he hugged me as he started tapping at my shoulder.
"How did you know that I'm here!" I whispered in his arms as I tried to look him in the eyes.
"I have my connections," he laughed "someone called Kate? your friend."
"The bitch." I giggled as I pulled him into the room.
"Well, she technically didn't do anything wrong. You're the one who told her where you were staying, and I decided to surprise you."
"Now?" I whipped off my tears and sat beside him on the bed.
"Oh, should I come back later?" he giggled as he stood and arrowed at the door.
"No, no, no!" I insisted as I pulled his hand back to his seat, "I mean - why couldn't you come earlier - I called you."
"I was busy." he lied.
"You're lying, I can see it," I cornered him as I pressed on his hand, "you could've picked up the phone and said so."
"No, I am not lying, but I wasn't giving you the full truth." he pulled his hands off mine and crossed his hands as he placed both his elbows on his knees.
"What is the full truth?" I bent closer to see his face.
"I moved to Washington."
"What?" I surprisingly whispered, but with the curiosity of what was coming next.
"Yes, Seattle," he looked up at the details of the room and then continued, "It's a beautiful place, and I got a good job offer there, so I took the chance."
"That's nice, Henry. I'm actually happy for you - but - umm - why didn't you answer me -"
"Because I couldn't!" he looked at me straight in the eyes and sharpened his tone "I left you a letter, I can't just answer you whenever you like and leave whenever you like and get your messages whe-"
Without any hesitation, I did it. I pulled Henry towards me and pushed myself against him to steal him for a while. I didn't think of whether he would pull back or push me away, I just did it because I needed to, and after I did, I knew that I didn't have to think about that because he stayed and lived with me till the end.
"You just-" he uttered softly.
"Henry, I want to be with you, please."
"You don't know what you're doing."
"I know," I whispered as I pulled him closer and looked into his soul "I know that it is you who I want Henry. That's about it."
"Marceline, I don't want to hurt you or anyb-"
"I'll move in with you."
"What?!" he was shocked to hear my words as much as I was outraged.
"I can go back home and finish all the paperwork that I need to get here, I can stay here."
"It's not that easy. You're here as a visitor not as a-"
"We'll get married." I stood in front of him and confronted him.
Henry was living in a dimension that was beyond being surprised. He didn't know whether to love what he heard me say to him or scared. He broke the silence with,
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am." I bent down on my knees and placed my hands on his. "If you don't want it, it's-"
"No, no, I do!" Henry expressed as he held my closer to him, "I don't want the pain to accompany us, that's what I'm afraid of."
"It won't. I promise you." I calmed all his second thoughts down and became closer to him than himself, that a whole day passed, without even staying one inch away.
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Who Is My Trouble?
RomanceA series of events that overtake the destiny of our own life. Are we to choose our destiny? Or is it shaped already?