One Hundred and Twenty-Four

Ivan's heart squeezed with hurt when Maya ran away from him; he felt a physical sharp pang and hated himself.

This was all his fault because if only he had been sincere with her from the beginning, maybe she would have understood and stayed. Maya's dad rushed after her without even sparing him a glance.

I knew that even if somehow a miracle happened and he reconnected with Maya, her parents were not going to forget the deception. He felt so stupid for not doing things differently.

She was on his mind every hour round the clock, and he missed her so much; he missed their conversations, silly jokes, and their whirlwind romance.

A lump formed in his throat, and he was left with an emptiness that he couldn't shake off. If only he could go back in time.

He held his breath when he noticed my house, Mom still seated at their table. She fixed him with a disgusted look, and that gaze was going to haunt him for a very long time. His feet were stiff and heavy as he approached her and was ready fo