"What now?" He rolled his eyes, visibly irritated at the sight of me.
"I-I have something to tell you," I stammered, trying to steady my nerves as I made my final decision.
"Can't you see I'm busy?" He crossed his arms, impatiently awaiting my response. "I don't have all day."
I gathered my courage and took a deep breath, "I've decided to stop loving you!"
He grinned, "Finally, goodbye then!"
"Aren't you going to ask me why?" I blurted out, my heart breaking under his cold demeanor.
"Why should I? I've never shown any interest in you. You know that, right?" He shrugged, once again breaking my heart without a second thought.
"I'm seeing someone else now. He's a good man, and I know he will treat me the way I deserve!" I wanted him to feel a sting of jealousy, even if just a little.
He paused for a moment, "Is this a new tactic to get my attention?"
"No. I-I'm just tired of loving you," I said quietly.
He scoffed and waved his hand dismissively, "Do what you want!" He slowly walked away, "I've told you countless times, I will never fall for you."
After three years of chasing the man I love, I, Andrea Hart, known to my closest friends as Drew, am ready to face a new chapter in my life –a life away from my first unrequited love, Andrew Collins.
"Wait!" My heart raced as I impulsively ran towards him, my desperation pushing me forward. I reached out and firmly grasped his arms, desperately needing his attention. He turned his back, clearly agitated by my sudden approach.
"Let me be crazy for just this moment..." I pleaded, my voice trembling with a mix of determination and vulnerability. His brows furrowed, confusion evident in his eyes as he tried to comprehend my actions. With trembling hands, I gently placed my right hand on his shoulder, my touch seeking solace and connection. Slowly, I mustered the courage to reach for his face, my fingertips caressing his cheek. Time seemed to stand still as he froze, his gaze locked with mine.
In that fleeting moment, I knew this was my final chance to express the depth of my feelings. This was my goodbye. My left hand found its place on his other shoulder, and with bated breath, I tiptoed closer, our faces mere inches apart. With a mixture of fear and longing, I pressed my lips against his, pouring every ounce of unrequited love into that single, heartbreaking kiss.
Shock washed over him, rendering him immobile. Our eyes remained locked, the unspoken emotions swirling between us. Tears welled up in my eyes, my heart heavy with the knowledge that this would be our last embrace. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the bittersweetness of the moment, as my hands instinctively found their way to the nape of his neck, fingers interlocking in a desperate plea for a connection that could never be.
With each passing second, the weight of my unrequited love became almost unbearable. Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the taste of our farewell kiss. It was a tender, heartbreaking goodbye where my heart shattered into a million pieces, yet I found solace in the knowledge that I had laid bare my deepest emotions.
And as I slowly pulled away, our lips parting, I whispered a silent goodbye to the love that was never meant to be, forever cherishing the bittersweet memory of that stolen, passionate moment.
My thoughts snapped back to reality as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw that it was my mother, Alice Hart. A mix of anxiety and apprehension washed over me as I excused myself from my colleagues, knowing that this conversation needed privacy. I quickly made my way to the emergency exit stairs, seeking solace in the secluded space.
Answering the call, I braced myself for the storm that was about to hit. "Hello, Mom," I said, my voice tinged with caution.
But before I could utter another word, my mother's voice erupted in anger and accusation. Her words cut through me like a knife, and I struggled to maintain my composure. Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to her speech.
"Where are you, Drew?" she screamed. "I'm at your apartment right now, and the landlady said you no longer live here! Why didn't you tell me you moved? Are you hiding from me, you ungrateful bitch? I need to see you right now! Where are you?"
My heart sank as I realized that my mother's intentions were far from genuine concern. She was seeking me out for one reason only – money. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, and a mix of anger and sadness washed over me.
Summoning all my strength, I took a deep breath and replied, "Mom, I'm sorry if there has been a misunderstanding, but I can't give you any money. I've been struggling to make ends meet myself. I moved because I needed a fresh start, away from the constant demands and expectations."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then my mother's voice dripped with venom. "You ungrateful child! After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me? You think you can just cut me off and live your own life? You'll regret this, Drew."
Tears streamed down my face as I realized that the relationship, I had hoped for with my mother was nothing more than a mirage. The truth of her intentions had been laid bare, leaving me feeling betrayed and hurt.
Gathering my courage, I replied, my voice shaking but resolute, "Mom, I can't continue this conversation right now. I need some space to think. We can talk when we're both calmer, but please understand that I cannot provide you with the financial support you seek."
With that, I ended the call, feeling a mix of relief and sorrow. The weight of the situation settled heavily on my shoulders, but I knew that I had made the right decision for my own well-being. It was time to focus on building a life for myself, free from the toxic grip of my mother's demands.
I wiped away the tears that had stained my cheeks, my heart heavy with the weight of the conversation I had just endured with my mother. As I glanced at my phone, seeking solace in its digital embrace, I noticed a new message from my sister, Alyssa. It was a warning that she had sent earlier, a message that I had unintentionally overlooked until now.
"Sis, mom is looking for you," the text read. "Dad is being chased by debt collectors due to his gambling debts. I didn't inform mom about your move. She might come to your apartment."
A deep sigh escaped my lips as I absorbed the gravity of Alyssa's words. Our family was no stranger to turmoil and financial strife, but this revelation struck a nerve. It was a painful reminder of the perpetual chaos that seemed to surround us.
In the midst of our family's struggles, Alyssa and I were the ones who remained level-headed, the ones who bore the weight of responsibility. Our parents, blinded by their own desires and vices, saw me merely as a walking ATM, a source of financial support. Meanwhile, my grandmother, always on the lookout for wealthy suitors, saw me as a pawn in her pursuit of social status.
But Alyssa, my sweet, caring sister, was the only one who truly loved me for who I was. She was my rock, my confidante, the one person who understood the struggles I faced. Despite our circumstances, we had always stuck together, supporting each other through thick and thin.
As I put my phone away, I felt a renewed sense of determination. I knew I had to stay strong, not just for myself, but for Alyssa as well. We were in this together, and no matter what, we would always have each other's backs.
I took a moment to compose myself, grateful for Alyssa's warning and the unwavering bond we shared. With renewed determination, I knew that I had to protect myself and carve out a path of my own, free from the toxic influences that had plagued my family for far too long.
As I made my way back to the office, the weight of my family's troubles still lingered in my mind. However, I refused to let it consume me. I had worked tirelessly to build a successful career, and I wouldn't let the burdens of my past hold me back.
With each step, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The promotion that was within reach seemed even more significant now. It symbolized my resilience, my ability to rise above adversity and create a better future for myself.
I took my seat, ready to immerse myself in my work once again. No longer bound by the expectations and demands of others, I was determined to create my own path, one that would lead me to success and fulfillment. The road ahead might be filled with obstacles, but I was ready to face them head-on.
I had come a long way from my humble background. Now, as an assistant manager at Harmony Home Interiors, a start-up and rising furniture company, I was living my dream.
Interior design had always been my passion, but due to limited resources, pursuing it directly wasn't feasible. However, I didn't let that deter me. I worked tirelessly to support myself while earning a degree in management. Through dedication and consistent excellence in my studies, I was fortunate enough to receive a scholarship to a prestigious university for a management course.
Years of hard work and determination had brought me to where I was, on the verge of a promotion. Harmony Home Interiors provided the perfect platform for me to combine my love for design and my skills in management.
As the clock struck the end of my shift, I felt a mix of excitement and anticipation. Ella, my colleague, approached me with a sense of urgency.
"Ms. Heart, you will attend a meeting with the manager at 1pm tomorrow at The Luxe Horizon Hotel to welcome potential investors," Ella informed me, her voice laced with a hint of importance.
I nodded, grateful for her instructions. "Alright. Thanks for letting me know," I replied, appreciating her diligence and attention to detail.
With the meeting on my mind, I made my way to the mall in search of the perfect outfit. The selection of stores beckoned me, each one offering a world of possibilities. After browsing through racks of elegant attire, I finally settled on a sophisticated ensemble—a tailored blazer paired with a sleek skirt. The outfit exuded confidence and professionalism, ensuring that I would make a lasting impression on the potential investors.
As I exited the store, my mind still occupied with thoughts of the meeting, a voice called out my name, "Drew!" Startled, I glanced around, scanning the crowd for the source of the voice, but I couldn't spot anyone familiar. It occurred to me that there might be another person named Drew in the vicinity, someone who shared the same nickname as mine. A wistful smile graced my lips as I allowed a memory from my past to resurface.
"Drew!" Both of us turned around as we heard our name called. I scanned the surroundings and saw my seatmate, Mika, who had called me. A group of guys chuckled as they teased another guy who had also responded to the name.
"Woah! You have the same nickname, Drew!" His classmate exclaimed, amused as he looked at me.
With confusion in my eyes, I glanced at them, questions forming in my mind. Mika grabbed my hand and led me towards the group of male students. My heart pounded as I followed her, my gaze locking onto the other Drew before me. She introduced me to them with a smile, "This is Andrea Hart," her hand rested on my shoulder. She turned to me, "This is Andrew Collins," she continued.
Our eyes met, and he quickly averted his gaze. I felt a rush of embarrassment. Mika introduced me to the other male students, who were also our classmates. She knew most of them as they had been classmates since elementary school.
I had recently enrolled in Sterling Academy and, unlike them, I knew no one here. This school was where most of the wealthy families sent their children. I was only here because of a scholarship I had received for scoring the highest in the entrance examination. My grandmother insisted that I attend this school despite our humble background. I had doubts about fitting in, but to my surprise, the people here were quite welcoming. I often found myself trying to avoid getting too close to my wealthier classmates, not wanting to be seen as someone who takes advantage of their status. However, many of the students here didn't have the overbearing and proud attitudes I had expected. I'm grateful that I chose to enroll in this school.
Andrew Collins was always surrounded by a circle of friends, yet he maintained an air of aloofness that set him apart. In contrast, his best friend Chester Reed was the epitome of fun and outgoing, drawing people towards them like a magnet. It was through Chester's friendly nature that others quickly became acquainted with Andrew as well.
Andrew's cool and indifferent demeanor, especially towards girls, only added to his mysterious and alluring appeal. Many attempted to confess their feelings to him, but their efforts were met with failure. It was no surprise, considering his striking features. With his fair complexion, tall stature, soft black hair, and mesmerizing grayish eyes, accentuated by his piercing gaze, Andrew possessed an undeniable attractiveness. His calm demeanor and composed presence only added to his allure. Not only was he physically appealing, but he was also intelligent and athletic, embodying the perfect package.
As for me, Andrea Hart, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, captivated by his presence. There was something about Andrew that drew me in, an irresistible pull that made it impossible to look away. Though he seemed unattainable, I couldn't help but be enchanted by his charm, secretly yearning for his attention.
"I like you!" My eyes widened as I heard my classmate Erick confess his feelings to me. The warm sunlight streaming through the classroom windows and the gentle breeze swaying the curtains added a touch of beauty to the scene. Our classes had just ended, and I was about to head home when he stopped me.
"I-I..." at a loss for words, I looked down, feeling overwhelmed by his unexpected confession.
"Is there anyone that you like?" he asked, looking directly into my eyes.
"N-No. I don't think so..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.
I glanced around the classroom and noticed Andrew waking up from his nap. His gaze fell upon us, and the room fell into an uneasy silence. He packed his bag and was about to leave.
"I do!" I blurted out, catching Erick off guard. He looked at me with confusion. "I do have someone that I like!"
Disappointment filled Erick's face, and I saw Andrew pause for a moment, his curiosity piqued.
Erick composed himself and asked, "Who is he? Does he feel the same way about you?"
"No, he doesn't. But I can't help it! I like him! I like you, Andrew Collins!" My voice trembled as I raised it, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"This is insane!" Erick exclaimed before abruptly leaving the room.
Andrew turned his back to me, his eyes filled with disgust. "You barely know me. If you're just looking for an excuse to reject someone, find someone else. I don't appreciate games."
He opened the door, and as he was about to leave, I couldn't hold back any longer. "I've liked you from the moment I laid my eyes on you!" I shouted, desperately trying to convince him of my feelings.
But it was too late. The words hung in the air, unanswered, as Andrew walked away, leaving me standing there, my heart heavy with the weight of unrequited love.