How it ended?

Anastasia stared at the boy standing in front of her who was begging her to change her mind. Little did he know that no persuasion would ever change her resolve.

"Anna, please give us a chance," Damien begged, holding her hand with utmost sincerity. His eyes which were usually so confident mirrored desperation at this time.

"Anna, I love you," Damien whispered. "Please, let's not break up?"

Anastasia pulled her hands from his grip and turned away, her gaze fixed on the busy cityscape from the terrace of the building where Damien had brought her. He had flown from New York to London just to see her. They had broken up two months ago when she left New York, and she hadn't expected him to come here to plead for another chance.

She closed her eyes as tears threatened to spill. No, she couldn't be weak now. She had to stay strong. They simply couldn't be together. A sob rose in her throat, but she bit down hard on her lip to distract her emotional pain from the sharp physical pain. He couldn't see her breaking down. If he saw that this breakup was tearing her apart as much as it was him, he would never leave. She couldn't let herself be with him. She couldn't love anyone in this situation.

The stormy sky mirrored her turbulent emotions as the dark clouds were predicting an incoming rain. She took a deep breath and mustered up courage before speaking.

"Damien, I get it. We were in love. It's hard to break up with you. You're emotionally dependent on me—"

"I love you!" Damien corrected, his voice desperate. "It's not emotional dependence. I chose to be like this with you!"

"Whatever," she replied coldly. "We are over. I'm tired of you choosing Regina over me time and again. I cannot be with someone like you. And I don't want any association with anyone from the place I have escaped. No matter what you do, I'll never return to your life. If you don't stop following me, I will leave London too. You will never be able to find me."

"I will change!" he said desperately.

Anastasia's heart ached. He was so perfect; he didn't need to change, but... She pushed back her emotions and forced herself to be ruthless.

"Oh please," she scoffed. "Do me a favour and stay away from me, and I'll do the same."

"Please..." He fell to his knees, begging her, but she shoved him away and left.

As she walked away, the sky opened up, and rain poured down. She wanted to turn back, to look at him one last time, but she couldn't and she should not. Her tears mingled with the heavy rain that drenched London as Damien cried for his lost love in the storm. She tried to hide her tears, but they fell uncontrollably as she was walking farther and farther away from him.

Damien was etched into every corner of her heart and soul. His absence would leave an unfillable void inside her. This unrequited love was going to destroy her. Even though he loved her, they could never be together. Someone had once said that unrequited love is like a dead and useless organ. It does not perform any function but kills the body and soul bit by bit. It’s more hazardous than a disease. One can cure a disease but a defective soul can't be fixed.

Later that evening, Anastasia was working her shift as a barista in the café when Adeline, a girl she had recently befriended, whispered something in her ear. She stiffened and stepped out immediately to see a rich and fancy-looking woman sitting near the window enjoying a cup of coffee.

Anastasia was asked to take a seat. As she did, the woman pushed a brown packet in front of her. Confused, Anastasia opened it and let out a blank, dark chuckle when she saw what it held.

"Mrs. Callahan, are you paying me off?" Anastasia said in a dead voice.

Mrs Callahan elegantly placed her coffee cup on the table and replied in a poised tone, "You broke up with my son as I asked you to. You are an obedient girl. Take it as your reward."

Anastasia glanced at the woman and then at the bank cheque. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, so hard that tears streamed down her face.

"Money is the best form of persuasion and is worth chasing," Anastasia said, her laughter subsiding. She took the blank cheque and left without looking back at Mrs. Callahan.

When Mrs Callahan left the cafe, the driver opened the door for her. As she slid into the backseat, she said, “You witnessed it all with your eyes, didn't you?”

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