Ariana’s POV
I can’t be in close proximity to him because it hurts even to see his face let alone to be in a room with him. It is not like I am going to be alone with him, but still, I just can’t. So I decided to sit in the living room until he leaves.
Nearly after ten minutes, he walks outside the room. He looks in my direction. A hint of sadness is present in them, which he quickly conceals behind his neutral expression.
Without saying anything, he just leaves. I release a breath of relief and go to Justin.
Very quietly, I get inside his bed and wrap my arm around his small body.
It is something we both do; whenever one of us is sick, the other would cuddle them to comfort them. Because somewhere we both know as long as we got each other, t
Ariana's POVAcceptance is the first step toward healing. So, instead of trying to shove my feelings aside, I decided to accept them.I can't pretend anymore that I don't feel anything for Samuel because it is nothing but a lie. However, at the same time, I have come to terms with the fact, he is unattainable, and my feelings can never be reciprocated. Neither should I expect them to be as it is wrong.Because another truth is that I can never be someone who will try to steal someone else's happiness, I am happy in my own small world, but I will have to learn to let go of the feelings which my heart has for him.It will not be easy, and it will take time because feelings just don't disappear overnight.You may fall in love all at once, but you fal
Ariana's POV Normally, I don't prefer drinking; however, today, I feel like I need a drink. The loneliness is suffocating me from inside, and I feel trapped inside my own body. Walking into the kitchen, I open the small pantry and take out the unopened bottle of tequila, which I kept in the very back. Ditching the glass, I directly took a huge gulp from the bottle as soon as I opened it. Cringing slightly, I take another sip and walk towards the lounge. I have never been a person who turns to drink to drown their sorrows. My way of letting out my emotions is allowing my paints to speak for me. However, there are some rare occasions where I just want to lose myself, and even if it is for a few moments, I just want to be no one. Since Justin is not at home, as he is having a sleepover at hi
Ariana's POV "Laura and I got married around four years back." He starts speaking slowly and quietly as if his silent voice can lessen the hurt. "Our parents knew each other, and when we met, there was an instant attraction between us. We became friends, and before we knew it, we started dating." "At that time, I was a different guy." He stares ahead, as his eyes have a distant look in them, "I am not proud of the person who I was back then." He lets out a deep breath. "I had anger issues, and I really never knew how to control my anger. But I was working on it; however, there were times when I just couldn't control my rage. I was very open about my issues when we started dating. However, she said that this can't change how she feels about me, and she just wants to be with me... and is ready to accept me with all my flaws." A rueful s
Ariana’s POV Biting his lower lip, he blankly stares ahead like he is trying to gather himself. Giving him space which he probably wanted, I silently run my finger along the rim of the bottle. Turning my head, I glance at him when I feel his gaze on me. Letting out a small sigh, he rubs the back of his head and extends his legs in front of him while resting his head against the wall. “Everything that had happened was too much for me, and it just made me realize that there is nothing left in our relationship. The success of any relationship depends on when two people are working on it together; only one can’t deal with the burden of saving the relationship.” He shrugs, “I had realized there is no future of this marriage, so I filed for the divorce.”
Samuel's POV "Who is your doctor?" I ask Laura walking into the room with her prenatal vitamins and a glass of water. We are more like housemates than anything. Because the truth is, even though we haven't proceeded with our divorce, but our relationship can never be the same. For the world, we are husband and wife, but in reality, we are nothing two persons living under the same roof. "Dr. Mattews." She swallows the pills and smiles at me, "She has delivered most of the babies in our family, so even I want her to be my doctor. Moreover, I had gone to her in my early teens when I had issues with my monthly cycles, so she was aware of my history." "Okay, when is your appointment?" I nod my head, racking my mind because I feel like I have heard
Ariana's POV Parking the car, I sit inside the car, waiting for Justin's football practice to get over. I love watching these little boys playing football with so much enthusiasm. Sometimes, I wish Dad was here to see Justin enjoying these games, which he used to love. I can bet Dad would have never missed his single practice and would have been cheering him from the first row. Squinting my eyes, I watch the children walking to get their stuff which means the practice is over. Getting out of my car, I start walking towards the field when I notice someone familiar there. Before my mind can recall who this might be, my attention shifts to Justin, who rushes towards me at full speed. "Slow down, roadrunner!" I laugh and open my arms to catch him
Samuel's POV Pain. Every pain is different; the meaning of every pain is different. Some pain is excruciating, some are numbing, while some are like the dull throbbing sensation. And then there is this sweet lingering pain inside your heart that is slowly burning you. It is like a slow poison that kills you slowly, without anyone knowing the reason for your death. That is the worst kind of pain because it can't be healed. Because the cure which you need is the cure that you can't have. And this is the kind of pain in which I am living. How weird is it that the person who heals others can't heal himself? The void inside my heart constantly re
Ariana's POV My phone rings, and I instantly jump to answer it. The feeling of excitement that was lost has returned in my life, and it's all because of Max. "Wassup, Max?" Biting my lip, I try to hold back my threatening laughter. "You, ugly bitch." He growls, sending me into fits of laughter. "This is war, Ariana!" He warns, but I continue to laugh, trying to picture his face when I get the parcel which I have sent to him at his office. Well, since we met, we have been talking to each other regularly. It feels like nothing has changed between us, we have just grown up, but that strong sense of friendship is still there. The first time when I called him, I was a bit hesitant because I didn't kno