Chapter:15
"lyla"
As I walked into the party, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. I had spent hours getting ready, picking out the perfect purple gown features a flowing silhouette with elegant draping and intricate details. and styling my hair in straight . I let them fall over my shoulder they are indeed short but when they touch my shoulder I fell bit comfortable but covered. I also put two small braids in the middle of the layers .
There are many people here . Many friends . They didn't thought I would be here .
"Oh here you are ... Lyla right" one of my classmate say . She's wearing a dark red gown with two strips falling over her shoulder . There's another classmate with her wearing black turtle neck shirt with black three piece suit . Wait it's heart touching . I guess .
"Yes I'm Lyla" I say .
"You..you are looking different.." she say .
"What..imm. is it that bad" I ask .
"No no it's so beautiful. I swear you the most prettiest girl in this party right now that even I'm jealouse of you . Why did you hide your beauty before" she ask .
"Ohh...it's ..it's nothing " I say with a little shyness .
It's my first time coming in the parties .
"Well, I thought you will not come today ." She says .
"Oh..yeah I wanted to give my bestie and Xander a surprise". I say .
"Surprise.. to Xander . I think maybe you will be the one_" the other man hit her looks like giving her a sign not to talk more .
"Why...does something happen" I ask .
"No" she says.
"How about we go there ..to them " I says and then I walk .
She tried to stop me but I fell uncomfortable.
I walk right in there side in the front of stage .
But as soon as I saw him, my heart sank.
My boyfriend, the one I loved and trusted, was kissing my best friend. I felt like I had been punched in the gut.
All the memories we had Made together, all the promises he had made to me, seemed like lies.
I tried to hold back tears, but they streamed down my face like pearls. I felt so betrayed, so hurt. I wanted to scream, to shout, I want to ask him why would he do that .
My mind went blank I didnot k ow what I'm doing . Untill I realized what have I done .
I recall the start .
I saw him . I went mad .I picked up a glass of juice and threw it in his face. He looked up, shocked, and for a moment, I thought he would hit me. But then he saw me, really saw me, and his expression changed.
"Lyla," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "What are you doing here?"
I laughed, a bitter, hard sound. "I came to surprise you," I said. "But I think I'm the one who got surprised."
He took a step forward, he try to held me hand but I held up my hand. "Don't," I said. "Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. I don't want to see your face again."
I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, looking at me with a mixture of guilt and shame. I didn't care. I just wanted to get away, to escape the pain and the hurt.
I walked for hours, not knowing where I was going, not caring. I just wanted to keep moving, to keep walking. But eventually, I found myself back at my apartment building. I went inside, went to my room, and collapsed on the bed, crying my heart out.
I didn't know how long I cried, but eventually, I fell asleep, exhausted from the emotions of the day.
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Next day;
I woke up to the warm sunlight streaming through my half-walled window, momentarily forgetting the heartache of the previous day. But as my gaze fell upon the crumpled purple dress, the memories came flooding back. I had cried enough, I told myself. I would never shed tears for someone again.
With newfound determination, I opened my closet and picked out a fresh outfit. Before stepping into the shower, I glanced at my phone and was met with a flurry of notifications – 20 calls and 30 messages from Xander, my ex-boyfriend. I felt a surge of anger, wondering why he was still trying to contact me. I had made it clear I wanted nothing to do with him.
I ignored the messages and headed to the shower, washing away the remnants of yesterday's heartache. As I dressed and prepared to face the day, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs to a nearby coffee shop.
As I entered the cozy café, my eyes scanned the room, and my heart sank. Xander was standing there, his eyes locked on mine. I knew I had to escape, but my mind went blank. That's when I spotted a handsome stranger waiting his coffee. I walked up to him, and with a hint of desperation, said, "Here you are, I've been waiting for you for ages."
The stranger's eyes sparkled I sign him toward Xander wanting him to carry the act he somehow nodded with understanding, and he played along, earning me a moment's reprieve from Xander's advances. But as Xander took a step closer, his anger palpable, I knew I had to act fast. I grabbed the stranger's coffee and splashed it in Xander's face, the hot liquid a stark reminder of the passion and anger that still simmered within me.
"You cheat on me, and you think I'll cry over you for the rest of my life?" I spat, my voice venomous. "I'm not depressed, Xander. I told you from the start I'd move on easily. Now, get out!"
With that, I grasped the stranger's hand, and we made a swift exit. As we stepped out into the bright sunlight, I turned to him and said, "Thanks for helping me back there."
The stranger's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, but I didn't linger. I released his hand and hailed a taxi, leaving him standing there, looking puzzled but intrigued.
As the taxi sped away, I pulled out my phone and saw a message from Professor Henry. "Hurry to the hospital, we have a big case today." I felt a surge of excitement, grateful for the distraction.
Ten minutes later, I arrived at the hospital and rushed to Professor Henry's office. "Lyla, you're late," he said, his brow furrowed with concern. "I texted you, but you didn't respond."
I apologized, still trying to shake off the morning's drama. But before I could explain, Professor Henry dropped a bombshell. "Lyla, I have an important meeting abroad, and I want you to come with me. The director has agreed to let me bring an intern."
My mind reeled as I processed the opportunity. But then Professor Henry revealed the destination, and my heart skipped a beat. "It's your home country, Lyla," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. How could I return to the place that held so many painful memories? I tried to explain, but Professor Henry wouldn't listen. "It's a great opportunity, Lyla."
I know he mean best for me "sorry, I can't" I say .
"You can even earn a medal and certificate. That certificate will help you with everything you can directly get a job .Don't let your past hold you back."
"It's not that_"
"Lyla . We can't move on with life intol you let go of your past" he says .
He's right . I never intend to become this . I have eto get over this .
I knew I had to make a decision, but my heart and mind were at war. As I left Professor Henry's office, I felt like I was standing at a crossroads, unsure which path to take.
And then I decided.
I tell myself . Keep strong, Lyla going there doesn't mean you have to see them .
Your home country is big .
Most important you are going to different province different city you will never run to them .
You can't just let your successful future down . They have hurt you enough you suffered much cause of them now it's better to forget about them and move on.
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Here I am with everything different.
I came her ewith professor he's so happy . That I finally made a choice.
He says that ha have work to do so he went to hospital at morning now I'm here waiting for my cab in the front of the hotel .
It's been many days after I told my professor about my decision. I'm back here with different storyline, with different personality, with different status . I'm an intern now and soon to be a great cardiologist. After that I will move again and never come back .
It's been so long I have been waiting for the cab for much time .
It's not here yet .
It's okay . I can wait .
I'm here alone let me enjoy my time .
I will enjoy my freedom .
I was so lost in my thought when someone behind me tap on my shoulder .
"Oh..yes" I become so much afraid what if it's .
"you.. who are you?" I turn and saw a stranger standing Infront of me . He looks kinda similar.
"well, I thought you would recognize me after using me as a bait" he says .
Me using him as bait . What when .
"what nonsense are you talking about?" I say with anger in my voice .
"well, looks like we are destined to meet each other".
He says for some second he silence and keep looking me confusingly. " you really don't remember me" .
"Well, I'm sorry to say I don't remember" I says .
He looks familiar. I have seen this handsome man somewhere but why don't I remember.
"in café . You threw coffee on the face of your cheater boyfriend and you introduce me as your boyfriend".
Oh hell yes I remember now . When Xander cheat me . It's been many days .
Luckily he didn't contact me again .
"oh, really sorry . I forget about you . Thanks for that day again" I say and then I remember we meet in New York.
"what are you doing here? I means that you were in New York when we meet" I says confusedly.
"looks like it's what God wants" in a flirteouse way he says .
"excuse me, I ask you a question" I say sharply .
"Hey,hey please calm down . I'm here to do some work . Very important work" .
"oh, okay" I say then I turn
To walk back but he suddenly hold my wrist . I turned back with anger in my eye I stared at him .
He suddenly pull his hand back .
"we meet two times in two different countries. I think it's a sign for us". He says while standing straight in front of me .
"I can't understand what you wanted to say" . I say .
I really can't understand.
"I mean we should become friends. What if i need . ..I mean you need." I stared at him "I mean what if we become in need of each other in future" .
"I didn't have time to waste" .
And the I turn back .
"I knew neither did I . So, please try it once" . I turned my backed is facing him I turn my head a little .
"No one wants to take a broken mirror. No matter how much beautiful it is but people always left it".
I didn't know why I says this maybe because I'm tired of being oaky and I have to let it out on someone I guess .
And then I take some steps forward . Untill I hear his voice .
"But broken mirror are strong then ordinary once and I still want it cause only broken knew how's it feel when you broke".
For some minutes he stand stood . His words are like a sword but somehow they feel real like what if he's as broken…
He's broken too.
This is world everyone has gone through much . Its indeed bad .
What am I thinking? I should go back . I have work to do.
Yeha professor must be waiting for me .