Tiara“Where you ever going to tell me?”My mother plucks a wild flower, twirling its petals in her hands before she replies me. “Maybe.”It is weird. Not only the fact that she has never been the type to be uncertain all my life – she is a yes or no person – but also the fact that she, Grace Lemptons, just picked a wild flower regardless of the fact that ‘it would prick your finger pads’ or ‘they’re way too dirty to hold.’ Those were the words she told me when I used to play with them as a kid.“Maybe?” I ask her now.She shrugs. “You were going to find out eventually. James thought it’ll be best if you knew after the divorce.”“You were filing a divorce?”“I didn’t want to at first,” she slumps her shoulders as we walk along the pathway surrounded by untrimmed ledges and the sounds of morning birds, “I was always so selfish. I wanted it all. It wasn’t fair to him. To keep him on the side.”She is just realizing that now?“I asked him y’know. Few days ago I asked him if there was so
TiaraThe beach is cold at this time of the night but I don’t mind.I need the wind to clear my thoughts anyway.Melody texted me earlier about attending the bridal shower tonight but I opted for the serenity of the beach instead. The appeal to get drunk and scream on the top of my lungs has always been lost on me.Tomorrow it will all be over. The wedding, the pretense, everything will be over. I can leave it all behind and catch the first flight back to New York, putting these past few days in the rearview mirror. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.It’s hard to think of my life now and hold back the tears that threaten to spill. Maybe one day, I’ll understand why she chose to stay, but today is not that day, and as I think back on the years, I try not to be her, to understand her choices.Growing up, I’d accepted my fate as the other daughter, the extra they had to keep. It was all I was and I didn’t mind. But knowing now that I could’ve had more, that my life didn’
TiaraThe realization hits me hard as I study his features studying mine.I don’t know when or how it happened but he has come to mean a whole lot to me and this six days I’ve had with him are probably the best days of my life. Maybe I loved him before he showed up at my doorstep, maybe I loved him in freshman year while we were still friends, maybe it’s the time we spent here, together in Ocean City that did the trick but I’ve come to love Ryan in a way that might just turn out disadvantageous to me.“Tee?”I blink. “What?”“What’s going on in that head of yours?”“Nothing.”His eyes roam my face. “It’s not nothing,” he reaches out to smoothen the crease on my brows I didn’t even know was there, the movement bringing him closer, “tell me what’s getting you all worked up.”I shrug. “It’s a question.”His gaze holds mine, his thumb caressing my cheek, “Ask me.”The question rolls in my head, a question I’ve been asking myself for the past two days. It feels final even when I say it, li
Ryan Her eyes dart around as I wrap her shawl around her shoulders.“I can’t believe we did that,” she whispers, eyes on the floor, cheeks a crimson red.I’m holding back a laugh. “You were not so shy hours ago when you –”Her elbow smacks against my stomach, “Shut up.”I laugh as she turns redder, “It’s not even bright yet,” I gesture around the semi-dark beach, streaked by the faint lights of dawn, “I’m sure no one saw us,” then because her after-sex glow is absolutely adorable, I add, “unfortunately.”Her eyes shoot up sharply and she would’ve hit me again if I didn’t lean down and kiss her lips, slowly, letting her know my intentions for later.She is breathless when I pull back and I love that I can bring that emotion out of her. “I’m just going to head to Jackson’s for a minute, I’ll catch up with you in the suite. Okay?”Her forehead bobbles against mine as she nods, “Okay,” she sighs and step back. Then as though a light bulb switches on in her head, she snaps her
RyanI push her away, gentler than I’m supposed to, because her words should be straight out banned from the fucking dictionary.“What the fuck, Ciara!?!”“Ryan—”“No, fucking let go, what the fuck??”She staggers back to me, “What do you want me to say?”“That this is some kind of twisted joke! I need you to say it!”“I can not.” She stresses on the words.“We’ve not been together in like what—”“But we were together,” her voice is placating, “that one time.”“It was one time, and we were dead drunk!”“That’s usually all it takes.”I stare her down, taking in her slender form. “You can’t possibly be . . .” I think back, “two months pregnant?”She shrugs, “Look at me, Ryan, do you think I’m gonna show?”Frankly I don’t know.My hand rakes through my hair in frustration. I need to sit. I need to think. I plop on one of the chairs, designed for the guests. There wouldn’t be any guest needed anymore, anyway. She is canceling the wedding. Because she is having my baby. Oh
TiaraI know it.Seeing Ciara in her messy-girl outfit with the wild look in her eyes, I know something is wrong.I don’t have to take in the confused expression on Ryan’s face to confirm what I already feel.They are standing in the middle of the aisle, close to the make-shift alter and I walk up to them, hoping against all odds that the word ‘wrong’ has a different context to them than it has to me.“What’s going on, Ryan?”Ryan yanks his hand away from Ciara’s touch, meeting me halfway, “Tee—”“We were just talking about you, sis,” Ciara drawls.Ryan glares at her, “Shut up,” to me he says, “we need to talk.”She chortles, “We’ve already had the talk, babe.”Babe?“Do you guys maybe want to this. . .” I gesture behind me to where a handful of people are standing, “somewhere else?”“This is the perfect place, Tee,” Ciara looks smug, too smug and I can feel a tightening around my throat, “I was just telling Ryan about the deal with Thomas.”“Um…” her deal or my deal? I have to be sur
RyanI need to think.Or not.Ciara is still with me as I make my way back into the suite and I whirl at her before she crosses the doorway. “What are you doing?”She gives me an obvious shrug, “Staying with you?”“Cut it out.”“Babe what are you—”“Oh my fucking god, Ciara, cut it out,” my nerves are raw, and I’m too pissed from everything that just happened to try and be a gentleman to my ex, who just turned my world upside down, “you do realize that this doesn’t mean we are together right?”She blinks. “What? You just said –”“I didn’t say anything back there.”“Well,” she throws her hands, “You didn’t stop me either.”“It doesn’t matter,” I need a fucking break! “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have it in me to. We are going to find a way to compromise, because of the baby. I can’t turn back on an innocent child,” the ultra sound sheets are still burning a hole in my pocket, “this is about me and you and our child, not you. So don’t think for a second I’m getting back with
Tiara“I guess you were right,” Melody plops on my bed, “Danny is gay.”I grump into my pillows.“Taylor really was a guy’s name,” she ponders.“Go figure,” I mutter.“Gurl, you’ve gotta admit – Ocean City was a blast. That was like a honeymoon experience for me and I ain’t even kidding about it.”“Well,” I raise my head just enough to look back at her, “I’m glad one of us enjoyed it.”“Oh come on, babe, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”If only she knows how much the word ‘babe’ repulses me right now.“Yeah I know,” I sink my face back down on the silky pillows, “I know.”She pulls the covers off my body, “Come on, Tee, you’ve got to get up.”“Why?”I don’t have to turn around to see her obvious shrug, “Because it’s been a week,” she turns me over so I am staring up at her, “Listen, If it’s meant to be, there’s no stopping it from happening.”My head cocks to the side as I regard her, “Are you quoting me?”“I’m quoting a girl I once knew who would never spill a tear over a guy.”
RyanHow can I stay away from her and focus on my oncoming child . . . when she kisses like that?I had known it was a mistake going to that exhibition and I’d gone anyway. Telling myself, scratch that, deceiving myself that I was going in order not to break my word to her. I might be a man of my words but the reason I went to her apartment was because I was missing her to a point of crazy and I was losing it and I had to see her. I just had to see her.Well, I saw her, held her, kissed her and reminded myself that I couldn’t live without her.Good job, Ryan.I can’t be with her. She hurt me and I have a child on the way with her sister, so even though I am mad at her now, I can’t do that to her. I couldn’t even bring myself to tell her about the child because I know how much that’ll affect her.How fucked can this be?The thoughts run in circles in my head as I make my way to my apartment on the other side of the city. If only there was another choice, another option to make …Wait!
Tiara“This is a sunset in Greece,” I narrate to Ryan, pointing at a picture on the wall, “it’s a copy of the one I took with my dad. The original is in my apartment.”“Are you supposed to put out copies?”“No but this is exactly the same thing as the original. Even better because of the upgraded edits. I only kept the original because of the memories it holds.”We are at the space provided to showcase most of my works and I’m itching to ask him if he is the anonymous buyer. It’s cheesy I know, especially if I do ask him and it turns out he is not the one but I’m dying to know and if he is, I’m dying to know his reasons.Surely, he couldn’t hate me much if he paid all that money to purchase my work.Could he?“And that?” he points at a picture or a sleeping squirrel taken at an angle that shows the squirrel in a perfectly detailed angle.“That was just something I took last year when I was bored.”He walks up to another picture and I hold my breath as he scrutinizes it. “I recognize t
RyanThis is a bad idea.I knew it from the moment I smelled her perfume and refused to look at her. Smelling her was already enough for me for my body to start its stupid reaction to her.I don’t like the feeling I got in my guts when I noticed her puffy eyes, knowing I caused her that pain and I hate the way her eyes drops whenever I hit her with a cold ‘monosyllabic’ response but I can’t do anything about it because the thought of her actions two years ago is still fresh in my mind.The question; how could she not say anything? keeps popping in my head, with a fresh wave of anger.But how can you be angry at someone and still be madly in love with her?She steps in front of me, stopping me from opening the door to the building for her and I don’t know if it’s a deliberate move or a nonchalant one but I have no choice but to take in the full view of her body in that outfit as we walk into the fancy hall.Holy hell?Her dress is long and black, simple at first glance but clinging to
Tiara“You forgot?” Ryan voice is cold, judgmental.I throw my hands in the air, “Well, I’ve not exactly been thinking about that lately.”He is in a formal suit, although it’s hard to associate his boyish looks with the word ‘formal’. He adjusts his tie as he regards me. “Didn’t you get my text?”“I thought you meant to send ‘em to someone else!”He shakes his head, stepping into my apartment. “When has that ever happened?”I try not to think too much about being in the same room with him as I scroll through my phone, unarchiving Melody’s contact. She has sent me a half dozen text telling me to get ready for the show and I’m sure she tried to reach me a thousand times too.Fuck!I shoot her a text; “Almost done, I’ll meet you there.” before throwing the phone back on the couch.Ryan’s gaze is still on me when I look up. “So…”“I’ll go get dressed. I don’t take up a lotta time getting ready.”I’m halfway across the room to my bedroom when I spin around and face him again. “Why did you
Tiara I’m not going to make any attempt to deceive myself that I’m moving on.I don’t think that’s how moving on works.But to be fair to myself, it’s only been two weeks and four days and I don’t think people move on that easily.It’s no surprise that Ryan didn’t reach out to me throughout those two weeks and it’s no surprise that there were no texts from my end either, that is, if you decide not to count that one sloppy text on the first week which would’ve been followed by a series of other sloppy texts if Melody hadn’t stopped me.If things are really over between us, there is no point in sinking deeper into the pathetic hole by exchanging texts that will lead nowhere.That said, I can’t be blamed for the surprise that punches me in the guts on the fifth day of the third week when a notification pops up on my phone, with a text from Ryan.It is a simple text, formal and concise; “At what time do you prefer me to pick you up?”And I stare at the phone in awe, wondering if I just h
TiaraThe Shelby-Lemptons scandal.That’s what they’re calling it these days. Everything that happened back at Ocean City, Maryland.I don’t mind because to be honest, they got some really good angles of me and Ryan and most people were all in for the two of us. I even get occasional motivating and condolences message from numbers I don’t recognize every now and then.And thanks to the publicity, the studio is doing really great too.So I guess not everything turned to shit after Ryan and I ended.I plop down on my couch just as my phone pings from under my butt. Scowling, I retrieve the device and peer into the screen. It’s a social media notification, with a tag on my instagram account and when I tap it open, a picture of Ryan and Ciara, strolling on the streets of New York, hand-in-hand pops up. She is in a designer outfit, her hands linked through his as they make their way through the crowd.Even after all my resolutions, the image clutches at my heart as I see the smile on her f
Tiara“I guess you were right,” Melody plops on my bed, “Danny is gay.”I grump into my pillows.“Taylor really was a guy’s name,” she ponders.“Go figure,” I mutter.“Gurl, you’ve gotta admit – Ocean City was a blast. That was like a honeymoon experience for me and I ain’t even kidding about it.”“Well,” I raise my head just enough to look back at her, “I’m glad one of us enjoyed it.”“Oh come on, babe, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”If only she knows how much the word ‘babe’ repulses me right now.“Yeah I know,” I sink my face back down on the silky pillows, “I know.”She pulls the covers off my body, “Come on, Tee, you’ve got to get up.”“Why?”I don’t have to turn around to see her obvious shrug, “Because it’s been a week,” she turns me over so I am staring up at her, “Listen, If it’s meant to be, there’s no stopping it from happening.”My head cocks to the side as I regard her, “Are you quoting me?”“I’m quoting a girl I once knew who would never spill a tear over a guy.”
RyanI need to think.Or not.Ciara is still with me as I make my way back into the suite and I whirl at her before she crosses the doorway. “What are you doing?”She gives me an obvious shrug, “Staying with you?”“Cut it out.”“Babe what are you—”“Oh my fucking god, Ciara, cut it out,” my nerves are raw, and I’m too pissed from everything that just happened to try and be a gentleman to my ex, who just turned my world upside down, “you do realize that this doesn’t mean we are together right?”She blinks. “What? You just said –”“I didn’t say anything back there.”“Well,” she throws her hands, “You didn’t stop me either.”“It doesn’t matter,” I need a fucking break! “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have it in me to. We are going to find a way to compromise, because of the baby. I can’t turn back on an innocent child,” the ultra sound sheets are still burning a hole in my pocket, “this is about me and you and our child, not you. So don’t think for a second I’m getting back with
TiaraI know it.Seeing Ciara in her messy-girl outfit with the wild look in her eyes, I know something is wrong.I don’t have to take in the confused expression on Ryan’s face to confirm what I already feel.They are standing in the middle of the aisle, close to the make-shift alter and I walk up to them, hoping against all odds that the word ‘wrong’ has a different context to them than it has to me.“What’s going on, Ryan?”Ryan yanks his hand away from Ciara’s touch, meeting me halfway, “Tee—”“We were just talking about you, sis,” Ciara drawls.Ryan glares at her, “Shut up,” to me he says, “we need to talk.”She chortles, “We’ve already had the talk, babe.”Babe?“Do you guys maybe want to this. . .” I gesture behind me to where a handful of people are standing, “somewhere else?”“This is the perfect place, Tee,” Ciara looks smug, too smug and I can feel a tightening around my throat, “I was just telling Ryan about the deal with Thomas.”“Um…” her deal or my deal? I have to be sur