I parked my car outside the house where I had been the night before. The rain poured down relentlessly, mirroring the turmoil in my heart. Kyle's words, my actions: running away from my wedding and sleeping with Misha, seems to throw me under the wheel.
The wind nibbles at my wet patches of skin. Standing in my soaked wedding dress, in front of a close door. A mixture of anger, sadness and confusion swirled inside of me like the storm luring out here. Hours ago I was supposed to start my new life with a man I though I could love, but everything spiraled out of context.
I knocked at the door, swiftly, but after the sixth knock; I took it upon myself to enter the house. It's hard to miss Misha, he's drunk and entangled with another woman. Shock and hurt consumed me as I realized that I had been nothing more than a fleeting moment in his life. Questions of his love for me raced through my mind as tears mingled with the rain that still clings to my cheeks.
My heart is pounding in my chest, as my eyes met Misha's glassy ones, blindly besotted. A smirk formed upon his lips: "Well, well, well… Look who decided to show her face around here," he slurred his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The floozy beside him looked embarrassed, quickly scrambling to cover herself with the blanket. I don't pay her no mind, my gaze locked on Misha's face. "How could you do this to me? After everything…. I've ran away from my marriage for you," I whispered, my voice choked with tears.
Misha laughed, a hollow sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Oh, come on, princess. You knew this was bound to happen sooner or later. We were never meant to be together. There will always be something else that comes between us. It was just a game and you were my pawn," he taunted his words dripping with venom.
It feels like the ground had been pulled out from under me. Just last night we rekindled, and it was magical, how could he sit there with a naked hustler and spat such crude things? "The truth hurts doesn't it?" Margo asked from my side, I haven't even heard her enter the room. She rolled her eyes at her brother saying how there are rooms for a reason. Misha stood up, picked up his lady friend and disappeared out of view. "You should leave, you're not wanted here," Margo said coldly. It's hard to believe that we were once friends, I hardly recognize her anymore.
I bolted from their house and ran out into the rainy night, the echoes of my footsteps mingled with the drumming of the rain. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions as I'm trying to make sense of the past and the present. Despite the hurt and betrayal, I can't deny the irreplaceable chemistry I've once shared with Misha Anderson.
Fate clearly has other plans for us. The last traces of hope shattered as I realize that our tumultuous relationship is beyond repair. Tears streamed down my face as I ran further and further into the night, away from the man that I love with all my heart, away from the pain that threatens to consume me. How could I be this unlucky, loosing not only Kyle Gonzalez, but Misha Anderson too, and that all in a single day?
As I sought solace in the darkness, I know that our love was a complex tapestry of passion, regret, and longing. Our past was marred by mistakes and misunderstandings, but the connection was undeniable. Despite the uncertainty that loomed ahead, I couldn't shake the feeling that our story was far from over.
The rain continued to fall, a soothing lullaby to my troubled soul. In the midst of the storm, I found a semblance of peace, a moment of clarity amidst the chaos of my emotions. Standing alone in the night, I know that our love is a force to be reckoned with, a bond that defied logic and reason and there's no denying that.
Walking away from the house, leaving my car out on their driveway, the echoes of our past mingles with the uncertainty of a future. The road ahead seems to be fraught with challenges and obstacles, but I'm determined to face them head-on. For in the depth of my heart, I hope that our love was worth fighting for, worth the pain and the tears that threatened to drown me. Silently wishing that the rain would wash away the remnants of my shattered dreams.
As I disappear into the night, a lone figure against the backdrop of the storm, I carry with me the memories of a love that was both beautiful and tragic, a love that would forever remain etched in the depths of my soul. And as the rain continued to fall, washing away the scars of the past, I find solace in the knowledge that sometimes, letting go is the only way to truly find yourself.