Passion '2 (15+)

"Remember when I promised to love you forever?"

"Yes?"

"Forever isn't over yet."

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52. Broken

As I walked through the door into the beautiful house, by the little road, I breathed the smell of home in. It was nice, and I felt safe. All the way to Marlborough I had been freaking out about Zayn's little declaration of love. His love for me. Even when I was standing in the hall, my stomach turned, when I heard the words echoing inside of my head. I knew that it was terribly of me to leave him like that, but he scared me, and I'm not much for feeling confused or scared. So I guess I just ran from it. 
"Jamie?" I called out, and dropped my bag on the stone floor in the hall. He didn't reply. I didn't think much about it. He was probably at work, or maybe at one of his friends place, or at the pub. I pulled my jacket off, and hang it on one of the hooks on the wall. Maybe he just hadn't heard me, so I called out again, "Jamiiieee?" I called, this time a bit louder. 

This time I could hear something in the kitchen, but no reply. 

I made my way to the kitchen, where I found him sitting at the dinner table, with blank tired eyes. I froze in the middle of the door, and met his gaze. None of us said a word. He looked upset. After some second, I pulled myself together, "Babe, are you okay?" I asked, in a worried voice. 

 

James' P.O.V:

 

To see her stand where we build history, was heartbreaking. My whole body was aching, and to hear her sweet voice, my heart just broke into another million pieces. I couldn't bear to look at her, but neither could I bear not to. She was the woman I wanted to see at the alter. I wanted to see her hand in hand with my child. But somehow that seemed unrealistic now. It seemed so far out of reach. She was about to walk up to me, but something made her change her mind. She stopped halfway, and looked around her. Of course she stopped. I had bags standing all over the kitchen floor, and boxes filled with my stuff. "James?" Her voice was all of sudden very low, and she sounded like a scared little girl. She looked at me, and I could see the tears build in her eyes. She was about to cry.  
It was not fair. I hated to hurt her, there was nothing I hated more than to see her cry, but now I didn't have a choice. I had made up my mind. "Please..." She begged. Her voice was shaking, and her eyes wandering around the room, searching for a pause button, so that she could stop me. I didn't want to do this, I really didn't, but I didn't have a choice. If it was meant to be, this wouldn't have happened. I would never regret her, cause she would always be my first true love. If she had been able to keep her hands to herself, she would also have been my last true love. She would have been my only true love, and maybe she still would. Maybe she always would have a part of me. 

"I can explain..." She whispered. 

I just shook my head, "There's nothing to explain".

"It's over, James. I'll never see him again, I promise you!" She almost sounded desperate. Or not almost, she really did sound desperate. But her promise wasn't enough for me. "I left him today... It was a mistake what I did. But it meant nothing!" She kept on talking. I heard what she said, but I didn't listen. She was just saying that what I had been thinking was true. Somehow I had hoped that it just had been me, but I had been right. "I need you. Don't leave, please. I'll make it better, I promise you! We'll be happy, forever... We can grow old toge-" I interupted her, "It's too late. I'm sorry," My voice was barely a whisper. "I lo-" This time, when I interrupted her, my voice was a lot stronger, "No! I love you! That's the problem! I would give up my life for you, but you would clearly not to the same!" I was shouting.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered.  

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