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The evening did roll around with all its expected anxieties. We were all settled in the main hall with our eyes peeled for the man who was supposed to visit us. While I doubted Noah would go back on his word and ditch us, it wasn’t impossible. After all, he had said that he wouldn’t accept Anne until he was assured she was carrying his child.“What should I do if he doesn’t show up, Momma?” questioned an anxious Anne, who could no longer sit patiently at her spot. “How will I raise my child without a father?”“No such thing will happen, dear,” assured my mother, rushing to her older daughter’s side to comfort her. “He loves you and the child dearly. He will come for the both of you.”“That’s right,” agreed my father. “He understands the importance of an heir for his family business, which is why it is highly unlikely that he wouldn’t want you and your child.”I stayed seated on the couch and only stood up when I finally saw the familiar figure walking into the hall. Before I could get
Now that everything was sorted, I decided to go away, which was why I didn’t have dinner with my family. I didn’t dare to sit with them and discuss the future of my ex-boyfriend with my older sister.‘Since Seth is tending to his grandmother, I should go back to him as soon as possible,’ I thought to myself, taking hold of my handbag.As soon as I turned to leave my room, I spotted my sister standing in the doorway. I could tell that she wanted to talk about something that would make me the most uncomfortable, the method I used to bring Noah back into my life.I, therefore, told her that I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to be left alone. She had the habit of getting whatever she wanted, so she couldn’t leave me alone. She placed the back of her hand over my head and asked me if I had a fever.“It’s not that. I am just too tired,” I said, removing her hand. “I am going home.”“Home? Isn’t this your home, Christie?” questioned Anne, unprepared to see me leave. “How will our parents feel
I entered my apartment to meet an atmosphere bereft of comfort, for it had been pierced by the festering ache since the day I had come there to seek refuge from my ex-boyfriend, who had chosen my sister over me.Such an unexpected rejection had weighed heavy upon my shoulders, like something one could feel as a burden one was carrying but could not shake off. I closed the door behind me and the soft click of the lock, in the midst of that silence, reverberated like a reminder of my isolation.Every step that I took, and each breath I made, felt like a chore—as if my heart was dragging me down, refusing to let her move on. What had been happy, treasured memories of my time with Noah now tortured me, existing only to remind me of what I had lost and what my sister had gained.It was as though the pain was a living, breathing thing, heavy in the air and weighing me down, making it hard to think, hard to breathe, hard to be. It was overwhelming to me, but there was no other way out of the
I wanted to spend a weekend with Seth, just dossing around, getting out of this emotional jumble that seemed to make such a mess of my life lately, something that was supposed to be the balm to the soul, an answer to whether what I was feeling for him could grow into something deeper. He deserved to be loved—unwaveringly, wholeheartedly. I wanted to know if I could give it to him. His grandmother was recuperating well; he was free from that weight; and his cheerful attitude seemed to echo a promising future.We, therefore, pulled into the seaside resort town just as the sun began its drop toward the horizon, bathing all it touched in a warm, golden light. Waves nuzzled the beach, a gentle sound mollifying my racing thoughts. Seth was easy with his smile, and his eyes locked onto mine like I was the only one to share his world, and my heart fluttered with a feeling that hadn't happened to me in a long time. What was this foreign feeling? Why did I get butterflies in my stomach?We check
Getting back to school and work after spending time with Seth in the getaway was almost like waking up from a beautiful dream into reality. The chattering of students, the bellowing of the school hallways with the usual chatter, ringing of the bell, and rustling of papers marked its familiar elements. The indifference of my peers seemed to bring me back to normal. But beneath the surface lurked the knowledge that my sister was pregnant with Noah's child, a truth I had found out only recently, which had further complicated matters in a jumble of emotions. I, however, followed my conscience and was fine with letting him go.Everything seemed to be going fine until lunch, when I saw him again. Noah. He was standing at the school entrance, talking to one of the parents. A presence as unsettling as ever. His eyes locked onto mine with a chill, calculated look. His gaze seemed to say it wasn't a coincidence that he was there.I took a deep breath and walked up to him with steady steps, while
The coffee shop was a small, rustic place; the huge wooden tables and hum of an espresso machine in the background set the atmosphere. Soft chatter from other clients created warmness in the space. Yet, even in this cozy setting, tension sat between Noah and me, an almost invisible barrier that seemed to electrify the air. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I sat down across from him. In his eyes was some strange intensity that unnerved me—so unlike his usual confidence, his calculation."Noah," I began, my voice steady but cool, "what is it you want to talk about?"He leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly drumming on the table. "We need to discuss Seth."Hearing Seth's name on his lips was a kind of violation in and of itself, reminding me of the hugely complicated situation that the three of us shared. "What about Seth?" I tried to sound as neutral as possible.Noah's gaze speared me, but then I saw a flicker of something unreadable go through his eyes. "I ca
Seth and I walked hand in hand through the park the next evening when the summer air was warm and fragrant with jasmine in full bloom. Overhead was a purpling, orange canvas, the sun sitting low on the horizon. It was one of those moments so rarely found that it looked beyond time, emotionless to the complications of our past. As we walked, all the sounds of laughter and conversation drifted around us, an orchestra of life that, at this moment, bound me to something bigger and infinitely beautiful.Seth squeezed my hand, tugging me a bit closer, and I looked up at him. His features seemed softened by the golden light of dusk; he was smiling, that boyish grin that had first seized upon my heart. "You know," he said, his voice low and intimate, "I don't think I've ever been this happy."I leaned into him, putting my head on his shoulder."Me neither," I admitted. "It feels like a dream sometimes, like I'm going to wake up and it'll all be gone."He turned to me, stopping his walk, his ey
The morning of Anne's baby shower dawned bright and clear, a perfect summer day. I pulled into my parent's driveway early, and the sight of the old Victorian home brought a rush of nostalgia. There was so much that was beautiful about this house, with its wide wraparound porch and its rose bushes tended by Mother with such loving care.Today, it was decked with pink and blue streamers and balloons, with a big banner that read, "Welcome Baby!"I walked in to the smell of freshly baked pastries and coffee filling the air, mixed with floral perfumes from the bouquets everywhere.My parents were busy, doing last-minute touches. Mom turned to me with a big hug, her eyes shining. "Christie, you're here! I'm so glad. Anne's been asking for you."I smiled, wincing at the pang of guilt that jabbed at me for not being around enough lately. "Where is she?""She's in the living room, resting a bit before everybody comes," Mom said. "Why don't you go see her?I weaved my way through the house; it s