Foot Prints In The Sand

What do you do when you visit the one you love, only to find they have a huge secret they’re keeping from you?

What do you do when you don’t know what to do, or how to deal with it?

Secrets. Lies. Relationship Troubles. Toddlers.

“You walked with me footprints in the sand

and helped me understand where I'm going.

I promise you I'm always there

when your heart is filled with sorrow and despair.”

“I ended our relationship, not my feelings for you.” I uttered into his ear.

“There’s always gonna be a place in my heart for you, and you know that, but we need to move on now,” he said, smiling, as he pulled away from the hug and went to board his plane.

He left for a brand new life in Atlanta, leaving her with a broken heart and an empty house to return to.

You’ll find my Footprints in the Sand…

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1. Happy Reunions

 

My heart races as I clamber out of the car and walk towards her front door. It feels like only yesterday that we’d broken up and all the emotions came flooding back.

“You can do this… you have to do this.” I chant to myself as I somehow the strength to knock on the door.

There was silence and then a loud laugh as she came closer to the door. “Oh my God, Justin!” she screams as she wraps her arms around me.

“Hey Alisa,” I say pulling her in a tight hug. “What are you doing here?” she questions as she pulls away from the hug and invites me in her house.

“Well, I came home for about a month or two to… you know… relax.” I reply, smiling as I take a seat on her sofa.

“Relationship trouble?” she questions as she sits down beside me.

“How did you know?” I laugh, hugging her tight a second time.

“I’ve dated you for nearly three years, Justin. I can read you like a book.” I watch as she sits there smiling at me

“You haven’t changed a bit,” I choked out, taken aback by her beauty.

“Really?” she questions as she places a strand of her rich brown hair behind her petite ear. “Nice place you got here.” I smirk, changing the subject quickly to avoid an awkward silence.

“Do you think so?” she asks as she stands up and walks into the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” I smile as I watch her, but sway side to side as she pours us drinks.

“So how has Hollywood been treating you?” she questions as she hands me a glass of Pepsi and takes her seat.

“Same old, same old,” I say with a shrug. “What about you… how’s life been treating you?”

“Well… where do I start?” She smiles. “Well… after you left, my mum got remarried and right now they’re on holiday having a second honeymoon or something, which could only end in one thing,” we look at each other and smirk.

“Babies,” we both say at the same time, and then laugh.

She looks up from her drink and smirks. “Hey, how ‘bout we go out tonight? Dinner maybe?”

“Yeah, sure. I'll get the boys to come too.”

She nods as she sips away at her drink. “How are Ryan and Chaz?” she asks as I place my phone back in my pocket.

“Didn’t you three stay in contact?” I question, looking at her beautiful features. “No… sadly not. I mean, after you left it was a stressful time and with all the remarrying and the moving and… other… stuff… I never got a chance to go see them.”

I smile as she stares hard into my eyes. “Justin Drew Bieber, I have missed you so much.” She smiles before wrapping her arms around me yet again.

“I’ve missed you too, Alisa.” I whisper into her ear.

Our hug seemed to last forever, and I wish it had, because I felt so at home having her in my arms and it just felt so right.

We stand there for a good five minutes, reminiscing about all the great times we had and all the amazing memories we’ve created, until I have to let her go so she can answer the front door.

I know who it is instantly. It’s my mum. I know that because the second she opened the door they both start screaming and wrapping their arms around each other in a hug.

“Oh my good gosh, Alisa, when did you get so beautiful?” mum asks as she is followed into the living room. I frown at her and mouth the words What sort of a question is that??

I look up at Alisa and realize that mum was right. I mean, when we were dating, she was beautiful, but now, she wasn’t just beautiful. Now, she is just drop dead gorgeous.

She must have caught on that I was staring at her because she starts to look a bit concerned and embarrassed.

“Sorry,” I say, looking another way, making it less awkward.

“No, it’s fine, you’re not the first.” She says dismissively and laughs.

I sigh heavily as I look across at her fireplace to find a picture of me and her four years ago, and next to it is a picture of her holding a baby and smiling.

“Who’s baby is that?” I ask and point out the photo.

“Umm… it’s just a friend’s. Her name is Isabella.” She stutters. I smile at the mention of the name “Isabella”; my favorite name. The name I have been planning to name my daughter if I ever had one.

“Isabella.” I chuckle, looking back at Alisa, who was smiling.

“I know.” She says.

“Am I missing something?” my mum questions, looking at Alisa and I.

“No, nothing. It’s just that Isabella was the name I’ve always wanted to call my daughter if I ever had one.” I explain, and Alisa gives a nervous laugh and tucks another strand of hair behind her ear, staring at the floor.

“Hold your horses!” mum shrieks, as she looks up at me.

“I know, I know.” I say, burying my face in my hands, awaiting the inevitable lecture on why it’s not good to get a girl pregnant at such a young age, blah, blah blah.

“Well, anyway, I'll let you two get caught up. Call me if you need anything.” Mum says and walks out the front door, after giving Alisa another hug. I continue to stare down at the baby, admiring its beauty.

“You know, she kinda looks like you.” I comment, and Alisa gives another laugh, staring at the floor.

“Why would she look like me?” she asks, getting nervous for some reason.

“Don’t know, you guys just look similar.” I say, and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear again.

“You’re so weird.” She says dismissively, and we both laugh. “Oh, I’ve missed you!” she runs over to me and wraps her arms around my neck, and I wrap my arms around her waist and close my eyes.

“I’ve missed you more.” I mumble against her forest of dark brown hair, committing her new scent, so different than what I remember, to memory.

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