All Chapters of Destiny Brought Us Together: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GABRIEL***The decision to look for Tiffany had come with many feelings of its own. At first, it felt like exactly what I had been looking for. It felt like the perfect chance to annoy Emily, even more than how I was annoying her by being friends with Harry. Me knowing someone who was annoying her and also knowing why she was such a sore spot in her relationship with Harry felt like a win for me.But the feeling of guilt that had crept up when Emily and Harry had fallen into my trap crept up again as well. I felt bad that I didn't want to know Tiffany for the sake of knowing her but it was only because I wanted to use her as a pawn in my schemes. I felt bad for Harry and Emily too, that I was planning to use Tiffany against them, to make my presence in their life even more uncomfortable than it was.I had to be smart about it, though. If I played about it the wrong way Harry could very well stop being friends with me, and I would lose what I had been working for, all while being stuc

EMILY***If Tiffany’s goal that day had been to make me feel uneasy, she had succeeded. I had been unable to think of much else after that interaction, and it was making my relationship with Harry even worse. I hadn’t brought it up since then, because I wanted to trust him. I so desperately wanted to trust that he wasn’t keeping something from me. And that even if he was, he was hiding it for my own good. But I couldn't keep trusting that because what made him decide that it was for my own good? Why wasn’t he giving me the chance to decide for myself? It had only been a few days since then and the feeling was getting worse. It was affecting me and everything I did. I couldn’t even sleep. I had to decide if I was going to sacrifice looking like I didn't trust Harry or if I was going to keep sacrificing my peace of mind. I decided I needed my peace of mind. It was better than going crazy. The decision itself brought me so much peace, and this encouraged me even more. I was going t

EMILY***Harry had lied to me. He had looked that girl in the face and said that he didn’t know her. He had had chance after chance to say that he did, to apologize to me but he didn’t. He decided to keep on lying.I had gotten to the limit of my patience. I was even angry at myself. Why had I been so anxious about making Harry feel like I didn't trust him? Why had I been so considerate of his feelings when he was not considerate of mine?I had walked out on him on the football field and I had run to my room and cried. I was angry, but I was also hurt. Why didn’t he trust me? Why couldn’t he just tell me that he knew her? What did he have to hide from me? What didn’t he want me to find out that was making him go to such lengths?All the courage that I had mustered to go and talk to him melted away with my tears. This is not what I had expected. I had expected him to just be honest with me, now that I had caught him. I had expected him to just trust me, even if he meant that he was be

EMILY *** Finding Gabriel in Harry’s room had increased my embarrassment by a million percent. I was already embarrassed by the fact that he had heard our conversation in the field, and here he was, just as I had gone to talk to Harry. I was sure that as he walked away he was trying to predict how the conversation would go. He already knew the reason Harry and I were at odds. Was he making a bet with himself, telling himself that he was sure we were going to end up breaking up? I hated the thought that he was thinking of me, of Harry and me. I hated the very fact that I was being perceived by him. I had sat where he was and Harry had sat across from me, and I could see worry lines forming on his face. I felt bad for him. I had overreacted. It was only right for me to apologize. “I’m sorry for how I acted in the field. That’s what I wanted to tell you,” I said while my pride was still registering what was going on. It was out there now and I couldn't take it back. “I understand,”

EMILY***I had been lying awake in bed for almost three hours now. It was the weekend but my body which was used to waking up at eight in the morning rudely interrupted my sleep. I wished I could sleep more. I didn't want to face this day. I wanted to sleep all my problems away, but I knew that wouldn't change anything. I would just have to wake up and face them.I had already made my decision but telling it to Harry was a whole other ball game that I was not ready for. I was sure he had decided that we should try to work things out and that we should stay together. He would be so disappointed when I told him I wanted a break. Harry was a good guy. Despite everything, he was kind and considerate and I wanted him in my life. This was just a hurdle that we needed to work through. Maybe separation would help us.I smiled when I thought about the word 'separation'. It took me back many years to the time when Gabriel's parents decided to live apart for a while. He explained to me the diff