Separated
POV JULLA
A week.
Today marks a week since I haven’t talked to or seen William. My heart aches with longing. I miss him so much!
After our conversation in his office, my father returned, saying he needed to leave because my brother had done something. I used being worried about him as an excuse and went along with my father. Since that day, I haven’t seen William. I felt awful for leaving him alone, sick, with his ribs and hand messed up, but I was confused. I still am C
On that same day, when it got dark and be realized I hadn’t shown up at his house, William bombarded my phone with messages. Since I didn’t respond, he started calling me desperately. I blocked his number to resist the temptation to answer. That day, I cried all night. I had never cried so much in my life,
But weighing things and considering everything at stake, I think it will be better this way. He was there, and I was here. Segurated. Apart from each other.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work out with him. Yeah, we had a few incredible days of love and companionship, but sadly, everything came to an end. I thought this day would never come, but I was wrong, it arrived, and it hurts to kome that. It hurts to know that I won’t experience everything I planned with him, living as we always dreamed. Unfortunately, our “forever” is over. Yeah, now it’s every person for themselves, each one going their way and finding happiness in their manner. I didn’t want to say this goodbye, but its necessary and better for both of us. I know we went good together, but living our own lives is the right thing to do. We weren’t meant to stay together, much less workout. He doesn’t know how much this hurts me. Seriously, I didn’t want this at all, but I have no choice. He’s very different from me, and I’m his opposite. I know opposites attract, but it doesn’t work that way for us. I love him like I’ve never loved anyone, but I’ll have to forget all this love; it I stay in my heart, but it won’t be rebom. All I have left are memories, the good and the bad, and I’m grateful for each one. They’re what made me grow and learn a lot. I’m just thankful he was a part of my life–for making it more beautiful, for understanding me like no one else could, and mainly for loving me. But now it’s goodbye. Goodbye with a desire for a “see you later,” but no, that can’t happen, he needs to follow his path, and I need to follow mine. We’ll be happy, just far from each other. I want him to forgive me for all the harm I caused; it wasn’t my intention. He knows I’m made of flaws that only he could endure, but now it’s time to move forward.
“You’re getting out of this bed now, my mother said, pulling the blanket covering my face and body,
“Mom…I grumbled. I just wanted to lie down and sleep, maybe time would pass faster and I’d forget him. They do say time heals everything, right? Tm eagerly waiting to heal from this love that hurts so much.
“I can’t take it anymore! My mother sat on my bed beside me and stroked my hair. “I can’t stand seeing you like this, daughter,” she whined.
“Til be fine,” I said, feeling the damn lump in my throat.
“No, you won’t. You haven’t left this room for a week. I can’t come up with any more excuses for your father” She seemed upset.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized in a choked voice.
“You don’t need to apologize for anything, my daughter. Just… Get out of this bed! Take a shower, get dressed, and live! I want my cheerful gal back.”
1 miss him,” I confessed out loud, my body streaming
Call h
| him,” she i told me as she handed me my phone. “William is going crazy looking for you. He’s been calling me every day, tirelessly, to know about you and why you’re ignoring him.”
I sobbed loudly this time. I couldn’t control it. The tears felt like they weighed a ton.
Why did it hurt so much?
“I can’t,” I refused.
“Why?” she asked. “Don’t you love him?”
I do, Mom. I love him more than anything.“1 sat up on the bed, looking at my hands through my tears. “Our relationship would never work.”
My mother sighed and held my hands.
“Is it because of your father?” she asked. “Look, I’ll handle him. You know, I can always convince your father. Don’t worry. I just want you to be happy.”
“There are so many things, Mom.” I ran my trembling hands across my face, futilely trying to wipe away the tears that kept flowing. “Dad would hate us. He would never accept it. The age difference. He’s going to be a father, and he has to marry the mother of his child.”
“Julia,”
,” my mother said, saddened for me. “He said he doesn’t know if the child is his.”
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“I heard when that woman’s father threatened him. He said if William didn’t marry his daughter, he’d ruin his life and, consequently, drag our whole family down with him. Also, William told his dad he wouldst marry her just because he loved someone else. I don’t want to be the reason our family falls apart.”
“What makes you think that by distancing yourself, he’ll marry her?” my mother asked, trying to grasp my
