2. New Beginning

I approached the dining room hearing laughter around the table. I took my seat and laid my eyes at the three people who were once the medicine to my soul. Unfortunately they destroyed me quite easily. I felt bitter, angry and frustrated at the same time. How could they do this to me.

When I didn't see my aunt, uncle and their child, I did not even bother to ask about their whereabouts. I faced the man seated at the head's chair and put on a serious face, not showing even a single emotion.

"You sure look happy after ruining my life. Are you all happy? After taking him away from me, father is this really making you happy?" I asked as I looked in his eyes. It is probably his first time to be looked at with such glare by his own blood. Most of all he did not expect it from me. His obedient sweet pie who would do anything she was told without asking any questions.

I felt betrayed by him, he had a surprised look. Not taking him in account I turned to my mother.

I looked at her in the eye as well and said, "You too mom you could have done something or at least be on my side but no you went on and be the good wife you are. You let everything unfold in front of your eyes." I finished and sat on the chair nearest to me as I focused on my meal. Which was no longer as appetizing as before.

After some time debating to leave the room, I looked at Sheila who was all quiet before standing up and walked out of the room after slamming the door shut. I took the chance to go back to my room and locked the door to avoid unnecessary interruptions. I took my phone and dialed Xavier so to bid my farewell.

"Hey, how've you been?" he spoke through the phone. I felt my heart squeeze after hearing his soothing voice. Instead of him asking where I have been, he goes to show concern for my well being. I could not answer right back. I dread how my tomorrow would be.

"Hey sorry my battery died so I couldn't reach you. My family disapprove of us and I don't know what to do. The only way to settle all this is to go on different paths... I ..," I ended up choking on my words and started sobbing through the call. I covered my mouth suppressing the muffled sobs.

"I understand Lara but can you do me a favour. Please stay healthy and at least try to find happiness with the one you will learn to love in the future. At least you deserve that much." Regardless of the pain from the break up, I felt sweet because of his words. As we talked it gradually became easy to talk to him and I felt more at ease.

We ended up bidding goodbyes and promising to greet each other when we meet. Coincidentally of course. It was all too difficult but I still managed.

After that I cried into my sleep. Grabbing close my pillow looking for comfort. That night I dreamt of the two of us married in our own house with two kids running around. I could imagine how happy we could have been.

It's sad that it was no longer possible.

When I woke up late the next day, I went into the washroom and washed my face. While doing it, I noticed the shiny and beautiful ring on my finger and felt all the motions pushing me down. My heart hurt so much but I still managed to reach for it and gently removed it before approaching my bathroom window. I opened it then tossed the ring, throwing my feelings together with it.

A few weeks later, I found myself in my office going through some paperwork when he called. I reluctantly pressed the green button as I waited for him to speak what was in his mind.

"Hello Lara, your mother and I are going to be expecting visitors today. Come home early," I rolled my eyes while listening to his croaking voice. I cursed inside before answering back.

"Yeah I hear you." Since that day I could not bring myself to call him father. Or respect him as I did before.

Everyone at work wondered what had changed me so suddenly. I hung up on him and got back to work.

I am planning to go to a secluded place where I am able to clear my mind and where I am free from him. I reached home as planned, I was about to open my door when I heard two familiar voices outside in the garden.

I followed the voices which I recognised so well. That is when I saw them, my sister and the man I am grieving for, holding hands as they whispered to one another. With smiles on their faces like lovers watching the moon. They were smiling warmly to one another. He was showing the smile he never had when he was with me. He spoke with a voice I never thought would come out of him. The two were sparkly together.

I entered the house and went straight to pack all my things and leaving without words spoken. I was done crying and being all tolerant. I thought of a place which is far away from here. Buying a ticket wasn't hard as it should be at this hour. I took the flight to Madagascar. We flew for hours, I am relieved to be away from that house and I am sure to never return to ever again.

When I arrived at the island, I could feel the excitement erupting in my heart as I looked at the cottage in front of me. It is cozy and homely. I had the urge to shout on top of my voice but stopped myself so not to disturb the other residents. I could picture my future, no pain just happiness and peace.