LOVE OR HOPE?

Chapter Twenty-Six

"If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath"- Amit Ray.

Very Important Note; If y'all noticed,this is a Chapter Twenty-Six and not a Chapter Twenty-Five that you are supposed to be expecting. I made a mistake by not uploading the original edition of Chapter Twenty-Four! So if you want to know the events that happened before Harold and Mia arrived at Tracey's place, I'd advise that you go back and read it [Chapter Twenty-Four] to understand better. 😭😭 I apologise for this mistake. Thank you for understanding. 🖤

The beach was wild and calmer at night,the tall trees swayed relentlessly and the wind from the ocean blew over my face like it was meant just for me. I tried to control my tears and keep them from falling, I was terribly mad that I didn't know the appropriate way to let it out. I was trying to be as calm as possible but it was damn hard.

We walked quietly and when we were just a little distant from the sea, Harold sat on the sand,oblivious to his spotless white sweatpants. I was surprised when he had earlier stopped the car at the beach and I honestly couldn't express how happy it had made me. The beach was surely the best place to be after what had happened back at Tracey's place, the breezy atmosphere made me feel briefly happy.

I thought he wouldn't listen to me when I told him not to take me home being the annoying personality that he is but he did listen to me and I couldn't help but stare at him with grateful eyes. His green dreadlocks glistened and his eyes remained as cold as ever,he was wearing so much jewelery on one neck and a tiny silver stud was etched in his left ear.

It was 10:30pm at night and the beach was as silent as a graveyard, we were the only ones around with lamps hovering over us here and there.

"Sit?" He looked up and asked.

I forced a smile and sat down on the sand beside him,still keeping my distance. I felt like he had a thousand questions to ask me and I honestly prayed that he won't ask me anything about my pregnancy which he pretty much knows about already.

But he just stared at the ocean with folded arms and a creepy silence ensued between us for a long time.

"Thank you for bringing me here" I said,without looking at him. I was a bit taken aback that he hadn't said anything since we got here and I realized that I really wanted him to say something. Anything.

"Figured that the beach was one of your favourite places in town." He noted, as if trying to be careful about each word.

"Yeah" I replied. Silence,again.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"What do you want me to say, Alyssa?"

"Anything. You've been looking dissapointed, angry, sad and faking multiple smiles ever since we got here. I want to know how you feel about me" Wait what?, That definitely came out wrong. Very wrong. "I mean-" I pushed my hair to the back, confused.

"I fucking understand what you mean" He sighed deeply. "I don't know what you want me to say Aly, Should i congratulate you on having a  fucking baby? Pat you in the back for staying at your friend's place for months or  should I applaud you for putting up a good fight for yourself back there?" He flailed his arms, frustratedly.