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
Ariana's POV "Please stop!" I half-yell, rushing to get inside the elevator while carrying the painting that needs to be delivered in an hour. I release a sigh of relief when the closing door begins to reopen. I hurriedly got inside the elevator because I was already getting late for Justin's football match. Hence, every second counted, and I didn't want to wait for the elevator for another five minutes. "Thank you!" I smile with a quick release of breath and carefully settle the painting on the side. "You're welcome." Samuel's voice falters my smile slightly, but I simply shrug and glance away. It is not that I can avoid him forever because we live on the same floor. But what I can do is limit my interaction with him as much as it is possibl
Samuel's POV Every word of hers has pierced my heart, and the worst thing is that I know everything she has said was true. She doesn’t belong to me. But this will not stop me from looking after her. I love her and will always love her, even if she is not meant to be mine. I can’t have her, but this doesn’t mean that I will let anyone walk into her life. She only deserves someone who will love her and value her. Not only her but who will also willingly accept Justin as a part of her and love him as well. Her hate towards me is justified because I have hurt her in the worst way possible, even though it was unintentional. But no one can understand my dilemma. The choices which I made were difficult, and it has torn me apart.