MARINA
One thing I learnt for the past three years is that the most beautiful sight to watch is watching the sun set. Some say it is more beautiful when you watch it with someone you love but I think it's still nice watching it alone. Now I am sitting alone at the park which is not so far from my apartment, crying because the pain is just so unbearable, today after coming from work I planned to surprise my boyfriend cause today makes it a year of us being together, I went to his house but instead of me surprising him he was the one that surprised me, I walked in on him and my close friend making out on the couch, he didn’t look fazed at all instead he just looked at me and said “I prefer someone who can give me what I want”. His words still resounding in my ears. I felt I loved this guy. My surprise for him today was to give myself to him. The reason why we haven’t had sex was I felt I wanted to give my virginity to the right person but no, the idiot was just another asshole. I’m glad nothing happened between us. The pain of being cheated on is not nice at all, it is painful, I gave my all to something and this is what I get in return, so bad I wish my brothers were present now they are the only ones who can give me the comfort I deserve. I looked around me to see a couple on their blanket cuddled together, which lay on the grass as they were cuddling. I wish I had my love. My perfect love. Tears kept streaming down. I don’t even know why I am crying for the asshole but it just hurts a lot right now, I don’t even know what to do. My main aim of coming to the park was to let my feelings out to feel the evening breeze caress my skin to soothe the pain, but I don’t think it’s working at all. “Aunty why are you crying,” I heard a little boy voice beside I turned to my side to notice two boys staring at me while standing by the bench one seem to be around eight years while the other boy lets say three, the older one looked nice with his black hair scattered everywhere and his grey eyes to compliment it, while the younger one also had black hair and blue eyes, blue like the sky he looked quite cute and innocent. “Why do you think I’m crying, darling?” I asked him, paying all my attention to them. The older one looked as if he was scanning me, then smiled. “Your eyes are red, my brother and I have been watching you for quite some time,” he said, which made me look at the younger one. He looked cute. “I’m okay darling, just trying to let out my emotions” I said which made him frown. “Did anyone make you cry” he asked and I nodded “Lets just say my boyfriend cheated on me” I said to the boy. “Sorry, auntie.” “Thanks, darling, so...uh. What’s your name?” I asked him with the best smile I could muster right now. “My name is Vincent, and my little brothers name is Xavier,” he said, smiling widely “That’s good to know, I’m Marina,” I said, stretching my hand to pinch Xavier’s cheeks, which earned me a giggle from him. “Are you guys here alone?” I asked, wondering if they came with their parents. “We are here with Daddy. This is the first time he brought us to the park after a long time, but he had to attend to a call,” Vincent said, smiling so brightly I turned to Xavier to see he was already looking at me “Darling would you like some ice cream?” I asked him, and he nodded vigorously saying “Yes”. “Then let’s get some ice cream,” I say as I stand up from the bench, helping Xavier get down from the bench. We walked to the closest ice cream stand we could find. “So what flavour do you boys like?” I asked them as I faced them, “Chocolate,” Vincent said, and “Vanilla,” Xavier said. I turned to the vendor and said, “You heard the kids,” and he nodded immediately. “Coming right up, ma’am,” he said, then turned to prepare the ice cream. I faced the kids to keep talking to them and then “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY KIDS” I looked up to see the owner of the voice just for me to see a man looking over at me. He was tall and muscular, his muscles tight against the soft material of his shirt, and his sleeves were folded up his forearm showcasing his muscles. His face looked so heavenly with that sharp jawline, mostly trimmed beards adding to his intimidating appearance. I gulped as I stared back into his dark grey eyes that resembled something like an abyss, his eyes glaring at me. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean....”. “Just shut the fuck where do you think you were taking my kids to” He half yelled as I guess he didn’t want to make a scene. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to.....”he cut me off again, “just shut up and get out, “ he said through his gritted teeth to show he was angry. Tears were already in the corner of my eyes threatening to fall. I held them in. My mind is always in chaos whenever someone raises their voice at me. It kind of scares me. I actually don’t know why. “Daddy” I heard Vincent call his father which made both of us look at him but his dad was glaring at him asking him to shut up and the father immediately looked back at me telling me to get out, his voice cold as he stared at me dead in the eyes. I looked back at the kids, holding my tears back perfectly. “Bye Vincent, bye Xavier,” I choked out and walked away as fast as I could. My way home was a blur as I viewed the world with eyes filled with tears.MARINAI woke up warm. Warm in the kind of way that had nothing to do with the sun.Alexander had tucked the sheets around me at some point during the night, even after we’d tangled them in the throes of everything. I turned my face into the pillow, breathing in the scent of him, citrus and something darker, something unnameable but intoxicating. My body was sore in places that made me blush when I shifted, but it was the good kind. The kind that reminded me I’d been touched with reverence. That I was wanted. That I was loved.I blinked slowly, adjusting to the soft coastal light spilling through the windows. And there he was.Sitting in an armchair by the window, already showered, dressed in navy slacks and a white button-up rolled at the sleeves, reading something on his phone. He looked like something out of a magazine. Yet when he glanced up and met my eyes, his whole face softened.“There she is,” he said with a slow smile. “I was going to let you sleep a little longer, but your
MARINA After the walk, Alex proposed I come stay with him at the beach house where we had our first date, I don’t know how I accepted immediately, I jutted wanted time alone with him to make up for the lost times. We dropped the boys at the penthouse with Carlos for the night. I stared at myself in the mirror of the guest bedroom Alexander had let me use, my fingers trembling as I tried to undo the zip of my dress. It wasn’t just Sarah’s voice in my head, it was the weight of everything. Of being called names. Of being discarded. Of feeling invisible in that house before.And now... of being seen.Alexander had knocked once before, quietly. Said he’d be waiting if I wanted to talk. And then he walked away.Not forcing. Not demanding.Just waiting.I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salt on my lips.I left the zipper half-undone and walked barefoot through the long hallway toward his room. The mansion was quiet, like the world was holding its breath.I paused at hi
MARINA Three days after the beach dateI wasn’t expecting anything, and maybe that was why it caught me completely off guard.The knock on the door came just after noon on a Wednesday, my day off, and I was still in my robe, hair wrapped in a towel, trying to convince myself to start the laundry. I dragged my feet to the door and opened it… and just like that, there he was again.Alexander.This time, holding something behind his back, in jeans and a soft white shirt, not formal but deliberate. His hair was a little messy not styled the way he usually wore it and he had a sheepish look on his face that almost made me laugh.“I come in peace,” he said, and brought forward a bouquet of my favourite flowers deep red ranunculus and white roses. My heart flipped in my chest.“You remembered,” I whispered.“I remember everything,” he said, then added more quietly, “Especially when it comes to you.”I took the flowers, smiling despite myself, and moved aside to let him in.That was the firs
MARINAThe morning light filtered in softly through my curtains, brushing against my skin like a warm whisper. I lay still for a long time, cocooned beneath the duvet, my fingers curled loosely beneath my chin. My lips still tingled his kiss etched there like an unshakable memory.Alexander.I turned onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin in slow, lazy circles. Everything about last night felt surreal. The ocean breeze, the stars above us, the weight of his apology… and that kiss. God, that kiss. It wasn’t just passionate, it was raw, full of ache and wanting and something deeper I hadn’t dared let myself name.I pulled the duvet over my face and let out a soft, muffled scream.It was too much.Too intense.Too real.A vibration on the nightstand startled me. I reached out blindly for my phone and saw Katie’s name lighting up the screen.Katie 🌙 calling...I answered and tucked the phone under my ear, not saying a word.“Oh no,” she said immediately, her voi
MARINAI stared at my phone like it had just delivered a death sentence.Alex♥: I’ll pick you up by 7. Wear something that makes you feel like yourself.I blinked. Read it again. Then dropped the phone on the bed like it burned.“Oh God,” I muttered, burying my face in my pillow. My stomach twisted with a storm of nerves. A date. A real one. With Alexander.I hadn’t been on a real date since well, since before everything. Before the mansion. Before Ireland. Before becoming someone’s mother in the middle of chaos.Now he was coming to take me out, and all I could think was what the hell does someone like me wear to that?I picked up the phone again and hit Katie’s number without thinking.“Babe!” her voice came through, far too chipper for my spiralling state. “How was it yesterday? You okay? Did he show up with the kids like you said he would?”“Katie,” I said through clenched teeth. “He texted. He’s coming to pick me up at seven.”There was a beat of silence.“Oh my God. Oh my God. T
ALEXANDER I followed Marina into the living room, each step echoing louder in my chest than it did on the floorboards. Vincent and Xavier clung to her like vines to a trellis, small fingers hooked tightly into the fabric of her sweater. I didn’t blame them. Part of me wanted to do the same. Just touch her to be sure this wasn’t another dream I’d have to wake up from.Her parents were there, exactly as she’d said they would be. Her father set his book aside, his movements slow and cautious. Her mother had stilled mid-row, her knitting resting on the armrest. They both looked at me like I was some creature they’d only heard stories about. Some myth. Some mistake.I met their eyes and stood tall. I’d come all this way. I wasn’t going to cower now.They studied me like they were trying to decide if they should chase me out or hear me out. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t give them any reason to think I was afraid. But then I glanced at Marina and the boys and the storm in me settled, just a lit