Kyra only made out with Isaiah, she wanted things to go further, she wanted him to be her first but he didn't want to. He wanted to take things slow, he admitted he liked her and he wanted to take things slow with her. No matter what happens from here on out, she knows that she will always have the memories of tonight.
It was time to go back home. It was time for her to get ready. It was time for her to leave.
Kyra waited for Isaiah to fall asleep that night before leaving. She knew if she wouldn't have left if he was awake, she couldn't bring herself to say goodbye so she waited until he was in deep slumber before leaving. She walked home at 2 am in the morning. She wasn't afraid, she didn't care if anything were to happen to her. She cried the whole way home, allowing herself to weep at the loss.
Isaiah POV |
Isaiah woke up with a huge smile on his face, he hasn't slept that well in such a long time. He turned the other way expecting to see Kyra on the other side of his bed. Confused he slowly got up to look around, she wasn't in his room and her bag was gone. He turned his attention back to the other side of the bed, his eye caught on a piece of paper on the bedside table. Reaching over to retrieve it read;
Isaiah,
Thank you for last night. Thank you for taking away my first kiss, thank you for not taking it further because if you did I could never leave. I'm sorry for doing this, and I can't explain why I'm doing this, there's just a lot I can't tell you. But I shall focus on what I can tell you;
You might've known this, but I have feelings for you. For many years I watched you from afar. I saw how you go through girls, I saw how you changed from this arrogant boy to someone who just wanted to cuddle with his roommate. Isaiah, you were the first boy that locked eyes with me. And truth be told, I've always had feelings for you ever since then. I chose to stay away, but since the assignment, we partnered up and it seemed more impossible. We weren't as close in high school, with you being one of the most popular guys while I was the weird Latina who didn't have friends. Our worlds weren't meant to collide. The universe is funny though. I stayed away and we ended up taking the same course in the same university in a different state. The irony of it all. It was then I gave in, I allowed the universe to lead me and guide me, then we shifted in together with Liv. Liv was my saving grace. I watched as you dated Ava and my heart broke. I knew you would never be interested in me but the reality was I was starting to fall in love with you. Why would you date a plus-size Latina right? I wasn't even pretty. As I said, the universe just loves irony. When you broke up with Ava for good, we started spending more time together and I enjoyed every bit of it. Somehow along the way, our relationship changed, and we became extremely close.
Isaiah, thank you for last night. I couldn't say goodbye, it was far too painful for me. Just know that, I love you even if you don't feel the same. There are just things I can't explain, but I'm sorry.
Ya no puedo ser tu amigo. Lo siento, espero que nos volvamos a encontrar en nuestra próxima vida o en el cielo. (I can't be friends with you anymore. I'm sorry, I hope we meet again in our next life or in heaven.)
Lovingly,
Kyra
Isaiah couldn't understand what the letter meant, he googled the words that were written in Spanish and he didn't understand what the letter meant. Nothing made sense. His heart was racing and he didn't even know why. He felt like he lost her. He didn't know why or what she was hiding but he suspected something was wrong. He leaped from his bed, quickly brushing his teeth and out the door. He looked at his watch and it read 956am, he drove to her house. The distance from his house to hers was very near, but he didn't want to take the option so he just drove over.
Arriving at her gate, he noticed there was one car in the driveway. He parked his car and quickly got down. He rang the doorbell and spoke through the intercom. After some moments, the gate opened and he drove in. He got down from the car, he allowed his engine to run. He wanted to see Kyra. He wanted to know what she meant.
An older gentleman walked down the steps, it wasn't her father but he looked familiar.
"Are you looking for Kyra?" the gentleman asked
"Yes sir, I'm Isaiah. May I please speak to Kyra?" Isaiah rushed
"It's too late, son, she left for the airport," the gentleman informed. There was a noise coming from behind Isaiah, he turned to see a truck driving into the driveway. Isaiah looked at the gentleman frowned in confusion
"What do you mean?" Isaiah asked
"The boxes are in the room on the far left. Remove your shoes when you enter, Mr. and Mrs. Morello doesn't want shoe prints all over their new tiles" the gentleman instructed the men coming down from the truck
"Kyra left this morning to the airport, her flight was at 6 am. I'm Freddie, the Morello's driver" Freddie answered.
"When is she coming back?" he asked
"I don't think she is, Isaiah. The truck is here for her things" Freddie confessed.
Kyra POV |
Kyra landed in Sacramento, California by mid-morning, she slept on the plane. Her parents splurged a little and got her first-class tickets, she was thankful even for the small gestures. The car ride from the airport to Napa was about two hours including traffic. She watched the scenery as she passed. Admiring the buildings and nature. As they approached the winery, she noticed that the entire place was actually just a giant winery place. There weren't many buildings, rather just small shops and houses scattered.
Arriving at Hosea's winery, the place was beautiful. He had a glass event space on the left that was big enough to host about 500 guests and beside it was his shop and office. Kyra got down from the car, staring at the place in awe. They were on higher ground so she could see all the grapes trees from her views. There was a girl that greeted them when they arrived, Kyra didn't pay much attention, just followed her and her family as they led the way. The girl gave them a tour around the place, the shop was big, it had a tasting center and even a restaurant.
At the back of the store, was where they stored the wine, it was a warehouse. The smell of the place itself was intoxicating. The barrels of wine flooded the place, and at the back was where the machine was. Kyra watched as the grapes got crushed, she looked around still in awe of it all.
"Where does Hosea live?" Kyra asked the girl. She couldn't figure out where his house was, they did not pass by any houses on the drive over just small huts presumably a resting area for the workers.
"Miguel will be taking you to Mr. Rossi Jr house. It is just up the hill, you would be able to see the house when you're outside" the girl told. Kyra nodded her head and followed her around.
"How are you feeling mi amor?" Tomas asked his daughter. She knew her father felt bad that she was placed in this situation, so she smiled at him. "I'm okay papa, just numb that's all" she admitted
After a few minutes, they were rushed over to Hosea's place and Kyra could barely take in the surroundings she was rushed into hair and make-up. She didn't complain though, she wasn't in the mood to say much. She was placed in the guest room to get ready, while they got the event space ready she stared out the window as they did her make-up.
The girl was right, from the store you'll be able to see the house. The house was modern, just like her house back home. It was newly designed and built from what she could tell. The guest room was spacious, just slightly smaller than her room back in Phoenix, not that she was complaining, but simply observing.
Kamilla sat beside her, talking absentmindedly to Kyra. Kyra paid no attention to it, she was trying not to think of Isaiah. Before she left Phoenix, she broke her SIM card and deleted his number. She didn't want him to be a temptation to her anymore. She didn't want to even have the temptation to contact him. However she remembered his number by heart, and she couldn't just forget him just like that. Kyra reminded herself that she needed time away from Isaiah and with time her feelings will subside.
Once her makeup was done, Kyra looked in the mirror. She gasped. She looked so different, yet she loved who she saw in the mirror. She was beautiful. It was the first time she ever thought that about herself.
"Here is the dress I picked out for you bebe," her mother said, handing over a beautiful white dress.
"Gracias mamá. ¿Puedo conseguir algo de privacidad para cambiar? (Thank you, mama. Can I get some privacy to change?)" Kyra asked. She rarely spoke in full Spanish, she felt more confident speaking in English but her mother always loved it when she spoke in Spanish. Only on rare occasions, Kyra would please her mother, and this was one of it. Her relationship with her mother was okay, but not the greatest, and especially with the wedding, she didn't know why but she was angrier at her mother than her father.
As per instructions, the room cleared out leaving Kyra by herself with the dress. Kyra stared at the dress, her mother chose a beautiful white dress that was a little stretchy, so that it didn't require any alterations.
Kyra slowly slipped the dress on, it looked so simple yet so elegant. It wasn't poofy, and it didn't have any unnecessary ruffles or lace. It was a simple long white dress, and it clung to her voluptuous figure. The stitching on the dress gave her more curves than she originally had. It was beautifully crafted.
"Mama" she called, knowing that her mother was right outside.
"Si"
"¡Pasa! (Come in)" she called. Her mother opened the door and gasped at the sight of her daughter.
"You look beautiful Kyra" her mother praised as she quickly walked over to hug her only daughter.
The wedding was about to start, the hairstylist came in and did her magic. Kyra's hair was mostly up, highlighting her face and letting her curls fall on her back. She wasn't nervous, in fact, she was scared. She wanted to bawl her eyes out and ruin her makeup, but she couldn't.
4.00pm
She has been getting ready for hours, and now finally the time has arrived. Miguel the driver drove her family down to the event space. From the outside, the glass was covered, draped in white chiffon material. She hadn't seen the inside but she knew it was going to be beautiful, despite it being such a rushed wedding.
"I'm sorry mi amor. I'm sorry I put you through all this, if you want to walk away from this I won't blame you" her father cried. She has never seen her father cry, he was usually the pillar of strength. It hurt her to see her father in pain.
"It's okay, Hosea is a good guy," she said. She was convincing herself of that fact. She looked over at her mom and dad, she forced a smile as she hugged them both.
"I'll see you guys later," she said. Her father kissed her forehead one last time before disappearing into the hall. They discussed it on the ride from the airport, Kyra wanted them to be seated. She wanted her dad to walk her down the aisle but it was too painful for them.
The father of the bride typically walks the bride down the aisle before giving her away to her husband, and even without that sentiment, it was a difficult situation.
Another reason why she wanted them inside was because no one from her side would be coming, no other family, no friends. She had no one on her side of the room.
The music started playing and she knew it was time. The doors opened, she walked in. The room was beautiful, with fairy lights everywhere. The groom's side was filled, she saw a few familiar faces. His sisters she remembered. Walking down the aisle she smiled at a few of them, trying to focus on her steps. She focussed at the end of the aisle.
She saw Hosea. He looked good in his dark blue suit. His curls were free, not so formal. She smiled at him, his face was hard. She knew exactly what was going through his mind.
He wished it wasn't her, he wished it was his ex walking through the glass door, she reminded herself.
Reaching the end of the aisle, Hosea extended his hand to help her up the step. She took it, thanking him as she looked down. Feeling sadness overpower everything.
"Dear friends and family of Kyra Tatiana Morello and Hosea Alexi Rossi, we welcome and thank you for being part of this important occasion…" the priest started