Chapter 173 Being a fool in love
Vanessa POV
That night, he had no smiles on but was the first to stretch his hand for me to grab.
When my shattered heart was void, I had lifted my eyes to meet his cold gaze. His tall statue made him appear as a giant to curb me from the cold.
Perhaps, if I never took his hand, would things have been different?
He was different from the tales I heard of him, showing me an irresistible love despite his cold nature.
He was the reason I decided to keep the child and not abort it. The reason I chose to be strong and not get broken from my past.
His attitude made me change, he taught me temperament, courage and boldness, a way on how not to let useless people stay in my life.
I became confident in myself, thanks to him. Though, the relationship started on an indifferent note and I never wanted to give myself a try to love and cherish someone again.
But he proved it wrong. Who says a mafia couldn't love? He was all that I ever needed. The best thing that happened to me. He took the dark cloud and my depression.
When he first smile at me, he melt my heart, when he had stared at me with love for the first time, I began to float and my heart melted.
When he had said he would protect and guide me, those lines ring bells in my ears and was a source to my happiness.
With him, I was going to fight, grow and become happier than anyone else. It was finally my turn to pick the good hand.
However, I had too much hope. Fate took a different turn. Those hands that held me from falling now wanted me dead.
Those eyes that sparks with hope had rage consuming them.
It was my mistake for opening up my heart again, for believing.
The smile had left my eyes and here I was, staring at him as he pointed a gun to my face.
My body trembles as tears clouded my eyes. I never minded stooping low to plead for a chance but it seems his mind was cast off.
To be sincere, he was never there and if I were to survive, I would come find him.
"Where is the man that desires to call me his alone?" My lips mutters as he narrows his brows at me.
His mauve eyes glaring at me. I could sense he was trying hard to refrain himself.
"That was your mistake...being a fool for love"
His words struck me hard that my breath ceased. Fate was cruel to me and once again, I was made a mockery for love.
For a moment, I had thought it was a dream and he would come to his senses and realize he was wrong.
With hope in my eyes, I walked closer to him, to make him realize that I was still the woman he loves but before I could get an inche nearer, I felt a sharp pain on my chest.
My eyes flutters, trying to digest the pain and I felt another bullet running through that spot again.
The last thing I could recall was collapsing to the ground and stretching my hands to him.
"Did the child survive?" His voice came crashing and I opened my eyes.
It was sonorous, quite comforting just as the profession he portrays.
I felt heavy, nausea as my shirt was soaked my tears. It was a moment of confession and I guessed he hypnotized me into confessing.
I swallowed hard, hating myself for appearing vulnerable.
"When is this session over?" I mused as he drew his noting pad down. I didn't want to talk about a child I despise.
Quickly, I stood up and began to pack my bag, nervous and tensed.
We locked eyes. He must have noticed the rage in mine and shifted his gaze back to the notepad.
He sat opposite where I laid, interrogating psychological. Everyone thinks I'm running crazy and advised a therapy.
He was recommended but sincerely I was feeling mousey because he was the reason.
"You've got a hundred days to live, what if you meet him again?"
He diverts from my initial question and I paused.
"What if he appears at that door and say; Vanessa I had my reasons back then"
Fury engulfed me as though this therapist was the man I seek after but never found, the man I wish to drag to the grave with me.
Luckily, I was able to control my emotions and not pick a pen to stab at his heart.
"You don't have to remind me of my limited time, I will use the best of it" I snapped and stormed out.
I took a walk and when I got to the hospital garden where there was no one, I shut my eyes and sobbed quietly.
Not until I felt his presence, his fragrance, his footsteps. Nothing changed. My eyes were staring at his shoes and when I slowly lifted my head, he was the one.
The hat he wore covered his face partly, his shadow shields me from the burning sun.
He was pointing an hankie to me, just like the first time we met, he was the first to stretch his hand at me and said;
"I hope you find the comfort you're looking for"
I have always wished him well, even to this very day. Nervousness wears me off as I clenched my hand on the bag on my shoulder.
My feet seemed rooted to the spot, unwilling to take the final step towards the encounter that had been haunting my dreams.
My eyes were fixed on the sleek glass building that seemed to mock me with its very presence.
The company's logo, once a symbol of my own dreams and aspirations, now seemed like a cruel taunt, a reminder of what could have been mine.
My face was fell on the top floor, where the CEO's office was located, I could almost see him sitting behind that desk, a smug smile spreading across his face as he contemplated his success. My success.
A sour taste rose in my throat as I thought about all the late nights, early mornings, and endless cups of coffee I had invested in building this company from the ground up.