Until you call again. (Complete)

My kind.

"I think this is it."

I am unable to keep in my excitement.

I don't think this is it, I know it is.

"This is my house." I say again as I walk around the empty space of what will be my lounge. I can already picture how I'm going to decorate it.

"This is your house!" He repeats to me and I look back at him with a smile.

It's like all the things that I've been through have prepared me for this moment right here. I always thought I was the most unlucky person in existence but looking at my life now, it all makes sense. The struggles.

After moving out of Luke's house, I moved to a hotel for a bit. I didn't want to get a place in a rush because the next house I'd always told myself I'd move into was going to be my home. Not a temporary place like my old apartment. Even though I grew to love it, it was never my first choice.

I'd stayed for about two months at the hotel as I looked for a house. Luke had been beyond kind to let me stay at his house for as long as he did, but I had to move out eventually. During my stay at the hotel, I got a visit from a couple of lawyers.

It turns out I'm really wealthy.

See, when mom was young, her parents had a trust fund set up for her future. They never wanted her to work a day in her life but because mom is mom, she never even touched a penny of that money. Instead, she transferred the whole estate to my name. It doesn't end there. Not only have mom and dad been saving up through the years, but aunty Maggie left all her assets to me as well. So all three different estates are in my name. I literally went from being an average working class person to a millionaire over night.

While I don't plan to change my lifestyle drastically, I do want to get a few things for myself because I do believe I deserve it. Starting with a five million rand house that I'm currently viewing.

I've never been a very materialistic person, one of the many perks of being raised by my incredible mother. I never felt like I was missing anything because I had everything I ever needed. But grown up me can admit that life gets hard and having money makes that a little less sucky.

"How's Meg?" I ask as we now stand by the balcony so he could have a smoke, something he recently started doing that I'm not ok with. But he's going through a lot so I don't say anything about it. Yet.

"I don't know. I'm seeing her later. We have a session today." He says and I look at him sympathetically. I introduced him to Dr Moyo for their couple's therapy. They're currently separated but they do sessions a couple times a week to try to make it work.

"I'm just tired honestly." He says with a sigh.

I never imagined myself ever rooting for him to make it work with someone else, I'd instead always hoped the relationship wouldn't last so that he would finally realize that I was the one he needed to be with. I now laugh when I think of that.

I can now officially say that I'm over my little crush on him. I think the crush had to do with the fact that he was always there for me. When I really look at it now, I don't think we would have been great as anything more than friends. I think what we share would be ruined if we dated. I finally see what he had been saying all those years.

"You have to fight, you love Meg. You can't give up after everything." I say to him after his dramatic sigh. I can sense him letting go.

"I don't know if it's worth it anymore to be honest Nugget. I don't know what I'm fighting for." He says now putting out his cigarette to light another one. I try really hard to ignore my annoyance, he knows how I feel about cigarettes.

"Give it time. You don't have to make any major decisions right now. Continue seeing Dr Moyo, she's incredible." I now say to him.

It's weird but in a good way. I genuinely hope that he makes it work with Meghan because I saw how happy she made him, before the drama that is. I know I'm partly to blame for their issues and I hope Meghan will give me a chance one day but I will not force her. She'll come around when she's ready.

What I don't expect to hear in relation to the girl, is the next words that make their way out of Tristan's mouth.

"She thinks I'm in love with you." He says making me laugh. Like a real, long genuine laugh, because he said that with a straight face. Meghan is a lot of things, but insecure is not one of them. At least since the last time I checked. She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life. She has zero reasons to be insecure. And I'm the last person he would ever go for anyways.

"That's crazy." I then say after my laugh fest. If only she knew the number of times Tristan has rejected me, she'd find her claim ridiculous too. It is almost next to impossible for Tristan to like me like that. I don't even think he finds me attractive at all.

In any case, none of that matters now because I'm finally where I should've been all those other years. Where I'm content with our relationship instead of wanting more with him. I'm finally over the person I've been in love with all my life and it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my back. It feels like I don't have to pretend anymore. I don't have to pretend to be happy for him when he talks about someone else and I don't have to pretend I'm ok when I'm clearly not. I'm in a good place right now and I know he won't see it now but he's going to be ok too.

Life gives you lemons doesn't it? I certainly know too much about that.

I look over to him after I'd made my comment to see him with an unreadable expression on his face. I don't expect him to say anything but I think he feels the need to because he looks over to me and says,

"Yeah. Crazy."