?WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL?
?EPISODE 65 ?
“What did I ever do to you?”
He sighed. “It’s what you didn’t do for me.” Slowly, he
turned around to face me. His eyes were brimmed with
tears.
He blinked them back and then he stared back at me
with a sullen expression on his face. Then he said, “You
didn’t wait for me. And you broke my heart… Angel.”
I didn’t even dare breathe. I looked into his eyes, trying
to absorb what he said.
I realized that all this time he was breaking my heart, he
was doing it because his heart was broken too. Because he
thought I gave up on him… I gave up on us.
He looked into my eyes and for the first time I saw his
pain. I saw the tears he wanted to shed, the heartache he
was trying to conceal with anger and arrogance.
For once, he was not hiding his emotions from me. I saw
the boy I fell in love with during our brief moments in our
garden. I also saw a broken boy… pained, heartbroken and
frustrated.
He looked like a guy who tried so hard and did
everything he could… only to find out that his fight was not
worth it… that he was too late.
I looked up at him. A tear rolled down his cheek.
“Hunter…” I whispered.
He took a deep breath.
“I need some air,” he said in a low, soft voice. He walked
towards the door and closed the door behind him.
I threw myself in the bed. I hugged a pillow, buried my
face on it and cried my heart out.
All this time, Hunter was shielding the pain he hid
inside. When I thought he was being a prick, he was actually
heartbroken.
I lay on the bed, motionless, listening to the uneven
beats of the rain on the rooftop, feeling the rhythmic
thumping of my heart inside my chest.
I was sure my eyes would be swollen in the morning. But
I knew that no matter how many more tears I shed tonight,
it wasn’t going to make things better. Hunter and I lost a lot
of time being apart. And until now, I couldn’t see a hope for
our future.
Maybe we were never meant to be together in the first
place. Or maybe we were meant to be torn apart by bad
timing and a series of unfortunate misunderstandings.
Fatigue and heartache got the better of me. I closed my
eyes and fell asleep, hoping that the nightmares would not
come chasing me again, hoping that when I wake up,Hunter wouldn’t be hurting because of me.
And I wouldn’t be hurting because of him.
I didn’t know how long I’d slept. But when I opened my
eyes again, I found myself staring into Hunter’s beautiful
blue eyes. He was lying on his side beside me. He didn’t
look like he had slept at all.
He was watching me with tired,
yearning eyes.
He raised a hand to push a lock of hair away from my
cheeks, exposing my scars to his view. He gently touched
them with his cool fingers.
“You didn’t eat,” he whispered softly.
“I wasn’t hungry.”
“You didn’t have anything all day.” I could hear the
concern in his voice.
“Did you eat?”
He shook his head. “I wasn’t hungry.”
“What time is it?”
“Six in the morning.”
“Did you sleep?”
He shook his head again. “I couldn’t sleep either.”
“Are you still mad at me?”
He sighed. “I don’t think I can ever stay mad at you,
angel.”
The way he said the word ‘angel’ made me want to cry
again. It sounded so soft, so gentle against his lips.
“You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend when you left
Jacksonville.”
He blinked back at me. He drew his brows together and
said, “I would have told you if I was aware that I had a
girlfriend in Jacksonville.
Seriously, I was blinded. I didn’t have amnesia.”
“Come on, Hunter. Tania?”
“Tania?” he echoed.
“Seriously?”
“No, I’m kidding.” I replied sarcastically.
He shook his head. “Tania and I were childhood friends.
Our parents were best friends. We’ve known each other since first grade,” he explained. “Maybe our parents wanted
us to end up together. I guess she’s in on the plan too. But I
wasn’t. Never was.”
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