Emma’s POV
There are different kinds of love in this world, but how come there’s only one pain?”Wow! What a miracle to see my evil daughter here,” my father’s first words when he got the telephone that connects from the other line.I look at him plainly. Without any emotion, I stared at him with no sense of empathy.”I am not like you,” I uttered. He laughed and his piano-like teeth showed up.”It’s been what? A year since I came here? This is the first time you visited me. Why? Are you yearning for your lover and now you're gonna blame me? He should be thankful that I didn’t get to come near him.” he said. My lids trembled in milliseconds, having a hard time to hide that I’m affected.”You should be the one who’s thankful. After all what you did to his family, putting you behind bars is not enough.” I told him. His eyes went da“Here’s the paper works you told me to work unto, Dr. Madrigal.” I smiled at her. She did the same. “Thank you so much, Emma. You work efficiently. Hiring you is indeed the best decision.” I smiled and shrugged. “Congrats to you as well, for having your own clinic.”Her black hair fell on her shoulders when she bowed down. Her skin is a bit tanned because of her race. She’s half Latina and American, so her features are well combined and compliments her so well. I’ve come to know that this was her first time being an independent therapist. She worked as a freelance Doctor before but now here she is. ”I know. Thank you. Make sure you make time on Saturday, I’m throwing a party for this milestone.” I nodded and said sure. I can’t help but to feel a bit envious of her success. I once dreamed to be a psychologist as well but time didn&rs
“Are you sure? I told you, that name is familiar. No wonder!” Zoey exclaimed while I talked to her on the phone. She invited me for a video call after I told her that my ex-boyfriend is dating my boss. ”I… wasn’t expecting that.” I chuckled sadly.Seeing them together made my heart ache of course. I never stopped loving him in the first place. I never stop thinking about him through the year that we’ve parted. Seeing the man who told you that you’re his world and made love with you for nights was never easy to forget. That man used to be mine. And it breaks me even more to see him with another girl, thinking that he’ll do everything he did to me to that girl now and now that other girl is his world. While me, I’m still stuck with the ghost of the past. Zoey sighed. “Do you want me to go home?” I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. Really
That continued for how many days. Starting from that day to Friday he visited Ms. Madrigal. And I won’t lie if I say that I wasn’t affected at all. There were several times that we’ll have some encounters since most of the time that he’ll visit, it’s either Ms. Madrigal has a patient or she was out somewhere.Of course, it was awkward. He’s acting as if nothing had happened between us. I don’t know if that is supposed to be a good thing or am I the only one who’s worried.”Emma, I’m reminding you about the celebration this weekend. You’re in?” Ms. Madrigal asked me.I nodded and smiled.”Great! You can just wear cocktails and such. I’ll send you the address.”I nodded again and thanked her before coming out. The moment I opened the door, I saw Elijah standing in front of it. Like as if he’s been there the whole time that I am in
That whole dinner is a pain in the ass. Who would stay sane when your ex is beside you while his recent girlfriend is on the other side. I was so doomed. He noticed that I’m gawking at his scent so much and that’s so embarrassing. What could he possibly think with those actions I gave him? He might think that I’m still crazy for him. I managed to hold myself until the second course of the menu. That conversation didn’t happen again, gladly. I tried to just focus on whatever it is that’s in front of me while I hear the small talks of the people around me. ”No, you’re allergic to that.” I heard Elijah.I pursed my lips. Even though my eyes are focused on the main dish that was served, my ears are fully indulged in the conversation of the two people on my right side. ”Oh, yeah. I forgot.” Ms. Madrigal laughed. I sniffed and used my fork to remove the vegetabl
“I am not kidding, Elijah. I respect Ms. Madrigal as much as I respect your relationship. So please! Even if this doesn’t mean anything to you or you’re just trying to be casual to me, or whatever it is that’s inside your head, stop! Alright? “ I exclaimed. I just went all the way without actually thinking much of my words and just following what’s inside my mind.“How?” he asked.My brows shot up. “What?””How?” he asked again. “How can you say those words when your actions say otherwise?”I gulped and avoided his eyes. He knows.“You’re asking for me to go back but was that what you really wanted me to do?”I shut my eyes tight and shook my head. No, Emma. He’s just trying to get inside your head. You’re better than that. .“Elijah, please-”
We stayed in that position for God knows how long. Him, holding my face while our forehead touched each other. My hands are on his chest and I’m just making the most out of the time. I feel at home. I feel like for the whole year I’ve deprived myself from the pain and aches, this is the only time I let myself down like this. At this moment, my pains are so sure; the reasons are clear, and I felt so free. In this world, there are these people that are home for you. Those people that are not just meant to stay for a short period of time but in the long term. And for that I think because those people are meant to give you lessons. You are meant to look for their purpose in your life. And I think his purpose is this. To make me feel safe, always. ”I-I… I don’t understand.” I said with a hoarse voice. ”You don’t have to. I just need your answer. Is one year enough? Or do I have to give you more?”
“E-Ej, I think, we still have a lot to talk about.” He nodded while his eyes re focused on the road. He’s driving and we’re both on our way to my apartment. Like what he said, he’s gonna take me home. The events are like whirlwind. Everything was just so fast and I can’t cope up with how things are going. It’s like I’m dreaming and I’m loosing some parts of that dream.“We’ll talk tomorrow. For now, you need to rest. I don’t want you depriving your sleep.” he uttered seriously. My lips parted as I look at him. I look at him with so much adoration. I can’t help but to feel so amuse and overwhelmed with what he just said. For a year, nobody told me that. I almost forgot the feeling of having someone to take care of you, to look after you. I fell into this pit of limitations and barriers, thinking that I don’t deserve all that. But here he is.
Nothing happened. Elijah called a plumber who fixed the water pipes that night. He then went home late at night with his sulked face. We parted awkwardly and I overthought that whole night thinking I did something wrong. I didn’t do anything right? Not until he came inside the bathroom.“Ugh,” I groaned when I woke up. Sunday is supposed to be the day where I woke up with lots of sleep. But now, my head hurts because of thinking the whole night. Still can’t believe it. Am I just dreaming last night? No way.I checked my phone. No message from anybody. I went to the bathroom and looked at the new faucet. I sighed unconsciously. That is not a dream. I took a bath since it’s already late.I’m thinking of running some errands today, like doing grocery shopping because last night was just so embarrassing. For sure Elijah is not used to places like this. But I wasn’t able to think about