Now that I have reached the police station, I scamper inside in a hurry. Aiden is sitting on a seat, in front of an officer. I take quick steps towards him. “Aiden…” I utter. He turns his head slightly to me, his expression hard. “Why are you here?” he barks. “How could I leave you alone?” I shoot a quick response. He gasps. “Belle,” he says, looking into my eyes. “Why don't you understand? It's not a decent place.” “I know, but I can't leave you alone. I'm your girlfriend,” I say, taking his hands in mine. And finally, a soft smile appears on his face. His face softens. “Don't worry about me. Dad will come soon, and I'll be discharged then,” he blurts out, caressing the back of my hand and kissing it. “Hey, Romeo and Juliet. Be lovebirds after going home. This is a police station,” the officer says. I nod in response. The officer averts his gaze to Aiden again and renders him his own phone. “Type your father's number. All the time you were barking…call my dad, ca
As Aiden finally pulls away from the kiss, he kisses my forehead gently and wipes my tears. “I told you, I can't see your tears. It hurts me,” he blurts out. My lips quirk into a smile, hearing his words. Aiden turns slightly to his father, his gaze unwavering. “I think you've seen the future,” he says. Mr. Allen is just glaring into Aiden's eyes, consumed by his outrage. “If I wouldn't have come here, you'd be behind the bars,” his father states. “Then go. I'll go to jail,” Aiden announces. I turn my face to Aiden, furrowing my brows. Why is he saying all this now? Does he want to cause more trouble for himself? What is the need to show ego now? Idiot! Both father and son are glaring into each other's eyes, their jaws tense. “Officers,” Mr. Allen says aloud. “I need to get my son out of here,” he says firmly, his voice commanding attention. The officer, terrified by his father's authority, nods and begins the process of releasing Aiden, while Aiden's father and brother ste
“Belle…please, listen to me. Open the door.” Aiden is begging me to open the door, apologizing for his behavior, but neither I open the door nor reply to him. Lost in my thoughts, I cry until I drift into a deep slumber. I just need something to escape this pain and hurt. Due to a loud thud, I flinch and open my eyes. The city lights shimmering like stars in the skyline view of Aiden's room's glass wall. I rub sleep from my eyes and settle on my feet. I'm feeling a bit better after taking a nap. “Belle…are you listening to me? Please, open the door. You are scaring me now,” Aiden's voice guards me off. Turning the door's knob, I open the door slowly. My eyes meet Aiden's eyes. He's sitting across the room’s threshold, tears brimming in his eyes. Settling on his feet, he steps towards me, while his tears begin to shed from his eyes. “I'm sorry. Forgive me,” he demands, cupping my face. Tears well up in my eyes as I gently push him away. “You always say sorry, Aiden. And you alw
Next day, in the evening, I have come back to the dorm, due to Aiden's demeanor last night. It was hard for me to confide in Aiden, but I did. I told him that I'll take care of myself and if anything happens, then I'll inform him. Only then, he let me come back here. It would be better if we don't live under the same roof as for now. I know he has hurt me unwillingly and accidentally. But still, if he does it again, I'll surely end the relationship then; and I truly don't want to end it. Not for now at least. I still have hope that things will be fine, our relationship will become just like it used to be, happy and peaceful. And, the other reason is, I don't want to be intimate with him. I'm not sure if I want that or not in our relationship. The thing that scares me most, is losing my virginity with the very wrong person. At least as a classy girl, I don't want to end up giving my virginity to any random boy. Guy should earn that. I don't know about other girls’ boyfriends, but my
Placing my personal diary back into the drawer, I turn off the lamp and lay down in my bed. It's time to hit the hay now. Just then, I hear abrupt noises of someone’s steps, and then a low knocking sound at my door. Who is it at this late? Is it Emily? I should see. I drag myself out of the bed and step towards the door. As I open the door, I witness Ethan standing in front of me. My jaw drops. So, now I've started imagining him apart from dreaming about him. Fuck! I've completely lost my mind. “Why am I imagining you?” I murmur to myself, tilting my head slightly to my shoulder. “Because I am here,” he retorts. My eyes widen and I tilt my head back to straight. “What!” I shout. He places his hand on my mouth and enters the room. Closing the door quietly, he pins me against the door, while his hand is still on my mouth. I'm staring at his face with my widened eyes; he glances at my whole dorm room, and then stares into my eyes. “Why are you here?” I growl, shoving him hard
After that night, I didn't see Ethan again. Because of the suspension, I was not attending classes; and I was also not going outside the dorm room. I needed to heal my wound as soon as possible; and it has healed in a week, as it was just a minor cut. Now, I am getting ready to attend today's class, after a whole week. I have to face Ethan again. The asshole is in the same section as mine. The thing that frustrates me is, I have to face him in the classroom. I don't understand how Ethan managed to enter my room that night. Did no one notice him? It's strange. Does he not feel scared of anyone? Putting on high waisted straight leg jeans, paired with button down crop top, and medium size pump heels, I march towards the classroom. My feet come to a stop seeing Ethan in front of me. All of a sudden, I recall everything he told me that night. How jealous he was feeling just because Aiden kissed me. If he can feel this much jealousy just because of a kiss; then if I have sex with Aide
I am constantly cursing Ethan in my mind, burying my head in the pillow. I truly hate that guy. Just then, pulling me back to the present, my phone buzzes. My hands reach for my phone, to see the notification. What if it's Aiden's text? As I glance at the phone screen, my lips curl into a smile. It's Aiden, as I've anticipated. His text is: ‘Today is dad's birthday. There's a party. Get ready in the evening. I'll pick you up.’ After that station incident, the things Aiden's brother said about me: I don't like him at all, and I don't want to go there. But for Aiden, I can do anything. If he wants me to accompany him, I will do that then. I text back, that is: ‘I’ll get ready.’ In the evening, I dress up, wearing a bodycon (highlighting my skinny hourglass figure) sparkly spaghetti straps high side slit long gown, in black color, which is backless, paired with diamond jewelry like earrings and a bracelet, along with glamorous ankle strap heels, tying my hair in a bun, letting two str
The Grand Ballroom at the upscale hotel is buzzing with the hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses as we enter, shimmering with soft lighting and elegant decor. As I feel someone's intense gaze on me, my eyes look for the person, and instantaneously land on Mr. Ethan Wilson, adorned in a black tuxedo, black shirt—the first three buttons are open—paired with black leather shoes, along with his silver cross pendant in his neck and analog watch as always; and his wavy deep brown long hair falling on his face, shining in the soft lighting. Small silver rings gleam from his earlobe. His mouth opens, locking his eyes with mine. He's stunned by seeing me. My own body responds to his gaze, my breathing increasing. Why does he show up everywhere I go? Does he follow me or something like that? The more I look into his dark brown eyes, the more I get lost. These eyes scream how much he wants to have me, and it threatens me everytime, the desire in his eyes that demands to be sati
The next day, overwhelmed by the realization that the boy from Corsica is actually Ethan, I decide to leave Sofia. I head to Corsica, hoping to relive the feelings and memories from my childhood, to see if they can help me understand the emotions that have been haunting me.The waves gently lap at the shore as I sit alone on the familiar sand of Ajaccio Beach, the place where our story began. The sun is setting, casting the sky in a warm, orange glow, but all I can feel is the cold emptiness in my heart, all I feel is the heavy weight of unanswered questions pressing down on me.I close my eyes, and in my mind, I can see Ethan sitting beside me, just like we used to. I lean my head on his shoulder, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence, even if it’s only in my imagination.“Why, Ethan?” I whisper, my voice trembling with the ache in my heart. “Why did you leave me waiting all these years? Why didn’t you come back for me?”Tears spill over, sliding down my cheeks as I continue,
I fold the letter and slip it into an envelope, carefully writing ‘A Letter I'll Never Give to Ethan’ on the front. I place the envelope in the book Beauty and the Beast, alongside the first rose Ethan gave me, the one I have pressed between the pages. With a deep sigh, I shut the book, trying to push away the lingering sadness.Just then, my phone rings. I answer, and my heart skips a beat when I hear it's a modeling contract offer.“Hello, Belle?” a voice on the other end says. “We’re thrilled to inform you that your first major modeling contract has been finalized. You’ll be featured on a billboard in Paris.”My eyes widen in disbelief. Paris—the city where fashion dreams come true—is where my face will be showcased. The excitement and pride swell inside me as I thank the caller and hang up, my mind racing with the reality of this incredible milestone.As soon as I hang up, tears well up in my eyes. This is my first major contract, a clear sign that my hard work is paying off. Over
Ethan looks more grown-up now. If I'm twenty, he might be twenty one, I guess. He looks more like a man than the teenage boy I remember. He still has that same cold, intense look in his dark brown eyes and his jaw remains tight, just like before. But now, these expressions are framed by a more mature face. Seeing Ethan taking slow, deliberate steps toward me, my heart begins to pound so hard that I can hear it echoing in my ears. Everything around us fades away, leaving just the two of us, lost in each other’s gaze. I can’t move, can’t think—only feel the magnetic pull between us growing stronger with each step he takes. “Are you really here?” I whisper, as he finally reaches me, my voice trembling with disbelief.“Yes, I’m here,” he replies softly, his eyes shimmering with tears.Tears brim in my eyes as I lock my eyes with his. “I don't believe it,” I mumble. Seeing him here now feels like a dream I don’t want to wake up from. “I'm imagining you.”It has been two years since we sa
It has been two years since I left New York City and Ethan behind. Now, at twenty, my life has changed dramatically. I’m thriving as a model, spending long days and nights on my modeling career. Photoshoots, fashion shows, and casting calls fill my calendar, leaving little room for anything else. When I'm not modeling, I'm handling my father's hotels and resorts businesses, trying to prove myself in a world that demands so much. It feels amazing, earning money by myself at this young age. In the whirlwind of responsibilities and ambitions, I've almost forgotten about love. Due to my busy schedule, I've completely let go of the idea of relationships and dating now. Two years have passed, and my shoulder-length hair—that had once been trimmed by Aiden—now falls comfortably to my mid-back. While it’s not as long as it was before, it has grown out beautifully, mirroring the changes and growth in my own life.I had been taking my medications and therapy sessions for schizophrenia as well,
The journey back to Sofia feels like a blur. I sit in the private jet with my father, staring out the window but seeing nothing. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Ethan, the pain of our separation pricking my heart. Once we land, I retreat into the familiarity of our mansion, but it offers no comfort. Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months, yet the ache remains. I isolate myself, shutting out the world and everyone in it. My parents are frustrated with my demeanor, especially my mother, who doesn’t understand why I’ve stopped caring about everything I once loved.In the solitude of my room, time seems to stretch endlessly. I spend hours staring out the window, feeling no shift in my own heart. The walls of my room, once comforting, now feel like a cage. Every object, every corner, reminds me of Ethan, of what we had, and what I’ve lost. And Ethan's hallucinations make it even harder to forget about him. “Belle, you need to get out of this house,” my mother snaps one day from
As graduation day approaches, the excitement that usually accompanies the end of high school is overshadowed by a deep sense of melancholy. I’ve spent the past few days packing up my belongings, preparing to leave the dorm that has been my home for these formative years. Every item I pack feels like a piece of my past being sealed away, and the act of boxing up my life brings an unexpected weight to my chest.The day arrives with its usual pomp and ceremony. The campus is filled with graduates in their caps and gowns, the air buzzing with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. The graduation ceremony itself is a blur of speeches and applause. I’m called up to receive my diploma, a moment that should have been filled with pride and joy. Instead, it’s tinged with sadness, as I feel the weight of everything that has happened. The graduation ceremony is also the final chance to see everyone before we all go our separate ways. Friends and acquaintances gather for one last hurrah. The atmosphe
I push open the heavy wooden doors of the church, the familiar creak echoing softly through the quiet space. I walk down the aisle, my footsteps muted by the worn carpet, and make my way to my usual spot—a solitary pew in the corner.The church is dimly lit, shimmering with a soft glow from the candles flickering by the altar. I sit down, feeling the weight of my heart pressing heavily on my chest. I bow my head, folding my hands in my lap, and let out a shuddering breath."God, it’s me again," I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. "I’m not sure how to start this conversation. I don’t even know where to begin."I close my eyes, trying to steady my racing thoughts. Ethan’s face flashes in my mind, and my tears begin to fall, tracing hot lines down my cheeks."I don’t understand why things had to end this way. I wanted so much more. I thought we had a chance, a real chance to be happy together."I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me."He said he loved me, but I
Ethan comes running behind me, asking me to stop for a second. As I keep on walking on the road, my vision blurs by the car headlights. I'm too lost in my thoughts to notice the car speeding towards me. Suddenly, I feel a strong hand grab my arm, pulling me back just in time."Belle, what the hell are you doing?" Ethan yells, his voice filled with panic and anger.I can hardly breathe, my heart pounding from the close call. I look up at him, and his eyes are filled with a mixture of relief and fury. My mind feels like it’s spinning, and I can’t tell what’s real or just a trick of my mind. Everything around me seems to blur, and I feel disconnected from my own thoughts. It’s like I’m trapped in a fog, struggling to understand what’s happening.I'm just done with my life. The schizophrenia makes it hard to define for me what's real or what's hallucination. I've literally gone mad. It would be better if I would have bumped into that car. Why did he pull me back?“Why the hell are you he
As he kisses and touches me, his hands roam possessively over my body. I gasp, feeling overwhelmed and exposed.“Ethan, it's enough,” I whisper against his lips.“No, it's not. I want more of you, sweetheart,” he whispers, his voice raw with desire. "What if someone enters and sees me like this?" I ask, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire. “I don't want anyone else seeing me in this semi nude form.”“You’re mine, Belle,” he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. “Every part of you is mine, and only mine. If anyone else dares to see what’s meant for me alone, I’ll make sure they regret it.”He looks at me with a fierce, possessive glare. "If anyone dares to see you like this," he growls, his voice dripping with intensity, "I'II make that person blind. No one can dare to take a glimpse of your naked form until I'm breathing. No one means no one.”Hearing Ethan's words, my heart pounds in my chest. The intensity in his voice, the fierce protectiveness in his eyes—it sends a