P.S. The first part is the post below this one.
Part 2.
She sat there alone. Staring out of her balcony which overlooked acres of plush lawns of hazed grass, all she saw were the starry night skies. She wondered if he was looking at the sky at this very moment, thinking about her. Two to three miles away, she could see the streets of Buena Park bustling with activity. She wanted to be there amidst the joyous people, amidst the Christmas air. She wanted to be there with him. She turned her gaze around, inside the room and onto the bed, where her fiance lay in his unperturbed slumber. He had given her this gigantic mansion and the elegant jewellery. He'd given her a healthy lifestyle and a Rolls Royce to drive around in. But he'd taken away her life. He'd taken away all those joys and cheers. He'd taken away her smile. She looked back outside, and with Christmas being barely two hours away, she couldn't help but reminisce her time with him 4 years back..
'She was standing at the Christmas tree at Westminster Abbey. He was late. She paced back and forth, the nervousness and anxiety taking over by the second. He could be here any moment. Finally, she got a glimpse of him, cheerful as ever. He was waddling his way through the crowd with an enormous grin on his face. Such a charmer, she thought. He came and he pecked her on the lips.
"I need to tell you something", she said.
"Well, I'm here. Go ahead", he blurted.
So she did. She told him she couldn't be here any more. She told him that she'd had it with him, and that she'd found someone else. That she was moving out of here and leaving this place. Forever. She didn't dare look at him, and she didn't dare tell him the truth. It seemed to be more painful for some reason. After she was done, she looked up at him. He was on the verge of tears, with a strange kind of anger filling his eyes. She had to try so hard to not break down, to not fall into his chest and sob for having to lie to him. But she stayed strong and started walking away.
"Every year from this year on, I will wait for you at this same Christmas tree at midnight. Every year", he finally spurted out.
And that's all he said. No farewell. No goodbyes. She looked at him one last time before getting into her car, and she drove off'.
She plummeted back into reality with tears in her eyes. She couldn't take this any more. She still loved him, and after 4 years, she wan't letting this Christmas go a waste too. She stormed out of the manor, got into the Rolls Royce and sped away, Westminster being her destination..
P.S. Next part shall be posted in two days.
Part 2.
She sat there alone. Staring out of her balcony which overlooked acres of plush lawns of hazed grass, all she saw were the starry night skies. She wondered if he was looking at the sky at this very moment, thinking about her. Two to three miles away, she could see the streets of Buena Park bustling with activity. She wanted to be there amidst the joyous people, amidst the Christmas air. She wanted to be there with him. She turned her gaze around, inside the room and onto the bed, where her fiance lay in his unperturbed slumber. He had given her this gigantic mansion and the elegant jewellery. He'd given her a healthy lifestyle and a Rolls Royce to drive around in. But he'd taken away her life. He'd taken away all those joys and cheers. He'd taken away her smile. She looked back outside, and with Christmas being barely two hours away, she couldn't help but reminisce her time with him 4 years back..
'She was standing at the Christmas tree at Westminster Abbey. He was late. She paced back and forth, the nervousness and anxiety taking over by the second. He could be here any moment. Finally, she got a glimpse of him, cheerful as ever. He was waddling his way through the crowd with an enormous grin on his face. Such a charmer, she thought. He came and he pecked her on the lips.
"I need to tell you something", she said.
"Well, I'm here. Go ahead", he blurted.
So she did. She told him she couldn't be here any more. She told him that she'd had it with him, and that she'd found someone else. That she was moving out of here and leaving this place. Forever. She didn't dare look at him, and she didn't dare tell him the truth. It seemed to be more painful for some reason. After she was done, she looked up at him. He was on the verge of tears, with a strange kind of anger filling his eyes. She had to try so hard to not break down, to not fall into his chest and sob for having to lie to him. But she stayed strong and started walking away.
"Every year from this year on, I will wait for you at this same Christmas tree at midnight. Every year", he finally spurted out.
And that's all he said. No farewell. No goodbyes. She looked at him one last time before getting into her car, and she drove off'.
She plummeted back into reality with tears in her eyes. She couldn't take this any more. She still loved him, and after 4 years, she wan't letting this Christmas go a waste too. She stormed out of the manor, got into the Rolls Royce and sped away, Westminster being her destination..
P.S. Next part shall be posted in two days.
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