Now that it’s all said and done,
I can’t believe you were the one
To build me up and tear me down,
Like an old abandoned house.
What you said when you left
Just left me cold and out of breath.
I fell too far, was in way too deep.
Guess I let you get the best of me.

Well, I never saw it coming.
I should’ve started running
A long, long time ago.
And I never thought I’d doubt you,
I’m better off without you
More than you, more than you know.
I’m slowly getting closure.
I guess it’s really over.
I’m finally getting better.
And now I’m picking up the pieces.
I’m spending all of these years
Putting my heart back together.
Well I’m putting my heart back together,
‘Cause I got over you.
Well I got over you.
I got over you.
‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through,
I got over you.

“MY DESTINY”

I met Nicholas at my cousin’s birthday party. He is my cousin’s friend’s friend. Since that day we first became friends then lovers. I always think that he is the one, my destiny. But I still wasn’t sure of it. He always tells me what to do, what to wear, everything! I’m so sick of it. Although he is like that, I really love him and I can’t break up with him. He is my life, my everything! Is this right to not break up with him although he is like that? Is this really love I felt for him? If I don’t love him, why can’t I break up with him? Is it because I love him more that anyone else?

“No! No! No!” Nicholas said.

“Why?? Don’t you like this dress?” I asked him. We were going to his friends’ party and we were in the mall looking for the dress I will wear.

“It’s very conservative,” he said.

“This dress looks really good on me,” I told him. “And we were only going to a party.”

“You look like you are going to the church. Find something else, or d o you want me to look for you?” he said.

“Okay then. You look for the dress that I should wear. You are always the one who is right, right?” I said really upset.

He looked at me and when I saw his eyes, my madness toward him vanished. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Can you pick the perfect dress for me?”

He smiled at me and looked around the shop. I followed him and then –

“I think this is perfect for you,” he said holding a cute blue cocktail dress with flowers pattern on the bottom and white lace on the middle. A no conservative dress!

“Uhm, are you sure? It looks like that my - ,” I said holding the bottom of the dress examining it. I was about to say that my bosom can be seen in this dress but I didn’t tell him that.

“I’m really sure. Try it,” he said giving me the dress.

I went to the dressing room and try it on. I looked at the mirror and saw my reflection. “This doesn’t looks like me,” I sighed. “But if Nicholas wants me to be like this, I should be like this.” I opened the door and I saw Nicholas looking at me his eyes look from bottom to top.

“You look gorgeous,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” I said. “Are you the one who will pay for this?”

He started at me, his eyebrow raised. I didn’t wait for his answer; I get inside the dressing room and changed.

I’m always the one who is paying for the things we bought, the food we eat everything. I understand him because his salary isn’t good enough for his family. His parent doesn’t work anymore. That’s why he is the one buying all of the things they needed. He is s great guy. But I hate it when he doesn’t like the clothes I wear. He always tells me that I look old in my dress. He doesn’t like conservative clothes. He liked revealing clothes. I don’t know why. Hope he learns to love me for who I am.

*

I was walking at the mall, thinking of what to give to Nicholas for his coming birthday. I was thinking of giving him a bracelet but I don’t know if he likes bracelet. Maybe I should give him a ring. He always wore a silver ring. When I asked him where he bought it he just said that his mother gave it to him.

I was about to go inside the ring shop when I saw Nicholas sitting alone in the Coffee Café. What is he doing alone in here? Is he waiting for someone? I was about to surprise him when a girl came over to him. A girl that Nicholas wants me to be, a perfect girl who wear clothes that he wants me to wear. I looked around the café and saw an empty chair two sits away from them. Luckily I can hear them.

“How are you?” the girl said. “I haven’t talk to you since we broke up.”

So she is Nicholas ex girlfriend. But why did they meet in here. Nicholas didn’t tell me about this.

“Why did you call me?” the girl said.

“Nothing. Why don’t you want to see me?” he said.

My heart aches. He looked at the girl. He doesn’t look at me like that. Does he still love this girl?

“Of course I still want to see you. But, you already have a girlfriend. I was really mad at you because we only broke up and you already have someone. I saw the two of you in Brad’s birthday party. She is really pretty and she looks rich.” She said. “And I can see that she doesn’t enjoy being in there. Why did you always bring her?”

“Want to know the truth?” he said.

My heat is pounding so fast afraid to what Nicholas would say.

“She is a special girl for me but I don’t love her,” Nicholas said.

“What do you mean?” the girl asked.

“He is just a girl for me. She isn’t like you. She doesn’t have your passion. She isn’t the best girlfriend. She doesn’t know the right clothes to wear. She loves conservative dress.” he said.

“Don’t you like conservative dress?” the girl asked. “So, you like revealing clothes.”

“Of course I do. You always wore that kind of dress. That’s one thing I like about you,” he said.

“Please Nicholas. Don’t look at me like that,” the girl said looking at the floor. She is blushing.

I can tell that the girl still loves Nicholas. And Nicholas, does he love this girl too?

“Don’t you want to fall for me?” Nicholas asked her. “Are you afraid to fall in love with me again? I still love you Charlotte. See this ring? I always wear it. It reminds me of you.” He holds her hand and he looked at her softly.

“What about your girlfriend?” she asked. “She loves you. I can tell it. She really loves you Nicholas and she is rich. She can give you all the things you want. Not like me. I’m not that rich and I can’t give you everything!”

The girl was crying and I was crying too. The two of them still loves each other. That’s why Nicholas always wants me to wear those revealing clothes. He wants me to be like this girl.

“I don’t love her. I just like her and I like her money that’s all,” he said. “Know what? All my debts are lessening because of her. When all my debts are paid I will leave her and I will break up with her and be with you.”

“That’s very evil!” she cried. “You are playing with her. She loves you so much and you are only playing with her heart!”

“Don’t you want to be with me?” he asked. “She isn’t perfect just like you. At first I want her to be like you, a perfect girl but I couldn’t make her like you. No one is as perfect as you.”

I looked at them still my tears won’t go away. I must leave here. I must go away. I must – I must – . I run until I was tired of running. That girl. That girl is what Nicholas wants me to be. A perfect girl. Why couldn’t he love me for what I am? For whom I am? I wasn’t a perfect girl but I could be – or could I be a perfect girl for him? I cried and cried. It really is painful, hearing your love one saying that. I know that I could not be perfect for him, but I could give him the love he needed. But all he cares about is my money! Oh, God! Please help me! Why did I love a man like him? Is this only a test? Are you testing me? Will he be back to me?

I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the side walk. Oh, it’s raining. I’m here all alone standing in the side walk thinking about the man who just doesn’t love me back. What a life? I can’t stop crying. Why do I love him? Why do I love him so much? It really hurts. It hurts to see the one you love still loving someone else who is in his past. It’s painful to love someone who already love someone else. I wish I didn’t love him. I wish that I didn’t tell him that I love him. I just wish that I never met him. But – but I love him so much. I think I couldn’t forget about him.

I was crying hard when a car stopped in front of me. A guy came out holding an umbrella. He looked at me and said, “Do you need a lift?”

I didn’t answer. My hands were trembling and also my whole body. The world seems to be going in circles. All around me was turning into black and then I fainted.

*

I woke up in a start. My head is really hurting. “What happened?”

A girl beside me was holding a basin and she put it in the chair beside me. “You fainted,” she said. “How are you?”

“I’m – I’m fine I think,” I said still holding my head. “Where am I?”

Before she answer a guy came in. He was the guy who I saw came out of the car. The girl leaves the room and the two of us is alone in the room. He looked at me gently. “How are you?” he asked softly.

“I’m fine. Thank you,” I said sitting up.

He sits beside me. “You fainted last night,” he told me. “You were crying so hard.”

I looked at the mirror at the wall and I saw that I was a mess. How embarrassing? I combed my hair with the hands.

He laughed. “Need a brush?” he teased.

I smiled. When he laughed I just can’t form a thought. How odd? No one can make me like this. Is he different from any other man?

“Are you already fine?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I answered. “And I’m sorry. Sorry for disturbing you.”

“No need to say sorry. I’m so glad to help you,” he said smiling. “And you need some help really. Do you want to eat here or in the dining room?” He stands up and still looking at me. He looks at me really gentle and soft. It feels that I want to kiss him.

“I think I rather not eat in here,” I replied looking away from him. Why do I feel like this? I just only met him. I need to relax and be calm. I take a deep breath and looked at him again. “Is it alright?”

“Sure,” he said. “Oh, I forgot. I’m Harry by the way,” he put his hand in a hand shake.

“I’m Claire,” I said taking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too Claire,” he said. “I will tell the maid to call you when the food is ready. Don’t worry; I’m not the one who will cook. I’m not good at it.”

I laughed then he smiled at me. He waved and opened the door and closed it behind him. I lie back in the bed and think about Harry. Why do I feet like this? It feels like, no! I love Nicholas! But – it’s very different when he looks at me, I feel like I’m going to melt. Arg,.

*

She really looks like her. Last night, when I saw her in the side walk I just thought he is Samantha. But then, when I saw her more closely, she is different. Samantha has red hair and blue eyes but this Claire has brown hair and brown eyes. They have the same shape of face and round eyes. They look similar somehow.

I go the kitchen and told the cook to prepare some delicious food for the guest. When I look at her brown eyes, I feel that I want to kiss her. I want to be with her and want to have her. I don’t know why. I shake my head and think again. Why? I don’t want to fall in love again after what Samantha done to me. All the girls did that right? Leave us guys? I don’t know what to think. Is this love at first sight, or is it that I just seeing Samantha through her?

Suddenly I just thought that Claire needs some clothes. I called the maid and told her to get a dress from Samantha’s drawer. Samantha lives here when we were still engaged. When she left, she also left some clothes.

“What color do you want her to wear, Sir?” the maid asked. “There are so many clothes in there. And I’m not good at picking a good dress.”

“Let me think,” I said. What is the most beautiful dress that Samantha wears? I remember that she wears her dress only once. She doesn’t wear castoffs. And she doesn’t want to wear the cloth that she already wears. “There is a blue dress in there with white laces at the bottom.”

“What about her shoes?” she asked.

“Get a silver one. I don’t know her size,” I said. I looked at the maid bow to me and went to Samantha’s bedroom. I think Samantha’s clothes will fit perfectly on her. They had the same slim body.

*

The maid came in holding a beautiful blue dress. “Sir wants you to wear this,” the maid said. “And here’s your shoes, Ms. Do you still need something?”

“No. Thanks.” I said standing up and touching the dress. It’s so smooth. It’s silk. I think this dress is really expensive. Who owns this?

“The bathroom is in the left side of this room,” she pointed at the bathroom door.

“Thank you,” I said. She bowed to me and left the room. Well, this guy is so rich. Richer than I am I can say. I went to the bathroom and was shocked to what I saw. This bathroom is really big. The shower’s handle is made of gold. I think the design of the bathtub is also made from gold. How rich is this man? I took all of my clothes and went into the shower.

I looked at the label, “Hot, Cold, Warm” I push the button of warm and when the water hit my body I feel so good. After I take a fresh bath, a towel was already prepared in there. I took it and realize that it was made of cotton. So soft.

I wear the dress and looked at the mirror. Well, I look good alright. I don’t know that this kind of dress suits me. I smiled at my reflection. I think when Nicholas saw me in this dress he will love me. When that thought came out of my mind, I felt the pain again. I fixed my hair and my face someone knock at the door.

“Come in,” I called.

“The food is already served,” the maid said. I nodded and look at the mirror for the last time. “You look beautiful, Ms.”

“Thank you. I’m Claire,” I said. “And you are?”

“I’m Sarah, Ms. Claire,” the maid said.

Sarah accompanies me to the dinning room. “Thanks for accompanying me.” I told her. She smiled and opened the door for me. There I saw candles lit in the walls and Harry was standing beside the table waiting for me.

“You look gorgeous,” he said walking towards me. He offered me his hand and I took it. He pulled the chair and I sit down. He sits at the other end.

“So, tell me anything about you,” he started. “What are your hobbies, interests? Where do you live? How old are you?”

“So many questions,” I whispered. “I’m Claire Madison.”

“Madison? Are you the daughter of Charlie Madison?” he asked looking at me in interest. “The owner of the Madison silver company?”

“Yes. Why?” I asked. The foods were now being served by the cooks.

“I just know your father that’s all. Were business partners,” he said.

I thanked the cooks who placed the foods in the tables. I looked at the foods and my jaw dropped. There are so many foods in here. Is there a feast? There’s roast beef, chicken, salted beef, turkey, lobster, sole, crayfish, and many more!

“Why are there so many foods in here?” I asked.

“It’s a special day isn’t it?” he said.

“What’s so special in this day?” I asked. “Is it your birthday?”

“Nothing. Just don’t mind me and eat now or the food will be cold,” he said starting to eat now.

I looked at the food and think what to eat first. I started on the roast beef. I took a bite and then I feel like I’m in heaven. It’s so delicious. “Wow! This is so delicious,” I said. “Your cook is so good. Is he a private chef?”

“Yes he is,” Harry said taking a bite of his chicken. “Deserts will be coming next.”

“I love deserts,” I said putting now turkey in my plate. “My favorite is chocolate cakes. I love cakes.”

“Really? I do too,” he said smiling at me. I smiled back then continue eating my food.

“You said that you are my father’s business partner so that means you have your own company too. What is it? Is it about silver, too?” I asked looking at the cooks replacing the foods with deserts. “Thank you.”

“No, its gold,” he said. “Your company and my company exchange materials. We use some of your materials and your company uses some of our materials. Are we only going to talk about business in here?” He looked at me his soft eyes boring in mine. I looked away. His eyes staring in my eyes can make me melt. I just saw him smile then he looked away. Can he read my mind?

“I love painting and reading books,” I started. “One of my talents is painting. I can sing but I’m not good at it. I can play the piano and violin. But I like piano more.”

“So, you love painting. What kind of pictures do you paint?” he asked.

“More on landscapes. I love beautiful views.” I answered. “So, what about you? What’s your hobbies?”

“I like horseback riding. I also like playing the piano just like you. My mother teaches me when I was only 5,” he said slicing the cake.

This is breakfast but the foods are like its dinner already. Our conversation lasted for about 1 hour and half. I have a great time talking to him. I felt that I know him so well. When the clock turns 10 he stands up and walks toward me. “Want to walk with me outside? I can show you beautiful views.” He smiled at me gently.

“Sure,” I agreed. I stand up and the two of us went outside.

At that walk, I learned so much about him. He really is a great guy. He told me about how his parents’ get divorced and no one wants to care for him. He already an independent person since he is a kid. His parents leave him to his aunt and luckily his aunt is a good person. She cares for him like he is her son. He finished his study in a good school. We talked and talked and talked. It seems that we cannot stop talking to each other.

“Do you enjoy our walk?” he asked me holding my hand. He holds my hand and he never let go of it. And I like it. I feel that I am safe when I am with him.

“Of course,” I said. “Thanks for your time.”

“No, thanks for your time,” I said. “You know what? I feel like I known you for so long.” He holds my hand tightly and he looks at me.

“I also feel the same,” he said.

The following days became more exciting. We went to different places. We dine in fancy restaurants and we went in an art museum. Harry knows that I love art. What I like most is when he let me paint his picture.

“Do you like it?” I asked him when I show him my painting of him.

“Wow! You’re good. You should be a professional artist,” he said. Then he kissed me. I was surprise in what he did. He just kissed me in the lips. “Can I have it?”

“Sure, sure,” I said. I can feel my face turning red.

“Why are you blushing?” he asked me.

“I’m not blushing,” I lied. I smiled at him. “Take good care of it. It’s expensive when you sell it.” I joked and then he laughs. I really love it when he laughs. It can make my stress disappear.

When I’m with Harry I felt that I’m now really loved. I can feel his love for me. But I’m not sure if I love him. I still don’t know. Harry was so sweet to me that he always gives me presents. Not an expensive presents but a present that he made. He asked the cook to teach him how to cook. And by the time he learns, he is the one who prepare the food for all of us.

“So?” he asked when he is waiting for my opinion about his cooking. He was still wearing an apron and he is a mess. There’s flour in his face and hands.

“It’s good. More practice but I like it.” I said. “Taste it.”

He took a bite and then his face lift. He looks like a boy who just tastes his first candy. I laughed. “I can’t believe that I cook this.”

“Believe it or not, you did,” I said. He kissed my forehead.

He said. “Thanks to you I never give up in cooking. I thought I can never cook.”

I smiled at him. Then I kissed his lips. We were like couples now. And I’m happy about it. I don’t know if Nicholas and I already broke up. It’s an unofficial breakup. I want to forget all about the things about him.

Nicholas also wanted to learn to paint. I teach him how to combine colors and how to use the paint brush well. We were in the garden and were supposed to paint the flowers. “What are you doing back there?” I asked him. “You were supposed to paint these beautiful flowers. How can you see themif you are in there at the back?”

“Don’t worry. I was painting the most beautiful flower for me. And don’t look!” he half shouted when I was about look at it. “There is a right time to see this most artistic painting. This should be in the art museum.” He boasts.

I snorted. “Let me see. Please,”

“No, no and no,” he said. “I will give it to you soon.”

“Promise?”

“Je promets avec tout mon coeur,” he said.

“What is that?” I asked my eyebrow raised.

“It’s the French word for ‘I promise with all my heart.’” he said. And then he covers it with a white cloth. I’m really curious if his drawing is good or not. I just smiled.

*

My parents’ was told that I was in Harry’s place. In my surprise, they just said alright and they looked happy. Odd.

Those days with Harry are the most wonderful days of my life. Each day it seems that I learned to forget about Nicholas and learn to love Harry. Harry is so sweet to me and that makes me fall for him. It’s been a month since I met him and live with him and all those days, I felt so happy and alive. I’m very excited each and everyday.

Right now, we were in Harry’s room looking at his photo album, eating and drinking wine. “Is this really you?” I laughed. Harry with his black hair and deep blue eyes, in his childhood he is already a good looking guy.

“Why? Do I look awful? Ugly?” he asked me. “I was told that I’m a good looking guy until now.” He smiled at me and I stuck out my tongue.

“No your not,” I teased. “You were only good looking when you are just a child.” I laughed.

“Really? You are making fun of me,” he said. He looked down and I saw that he looks sad.

I stopped laughing. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know - ,” I stopped when he laughed. “Hey!”

“You fall for that didn’t you? I was a great actor am I?” he laughed so hard. He lay on the bed still laughing.

“You - ,” I said. He smiled at me and then next second I was in his arms. “What are you doing?” I said when I came to my senses. I pushed him but he was hugging me so tightly.

“I love you,” he said his eyes locked in mine. “Do you love me?”

“I – I don’t know,” I replied. He kissed me passionately and then I was under him. He kissed me and I kissed back. I can feel his passion towards me. He started to kiss my neck. My eyes were closed and when he stopped I opened it. There I saw Harry looking at me. “Will you ever leave me?” he asked.

“No. I will never leave you,” I said now closing my eyes again. Harry kissed me so softly. He started to take off my clothes but then –

“Please don’t” I said pushing him.

“Why?” he asked. “Aren’t you ready yet?”

“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “It’s my first time to do this. I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll teach you,” he said. He took off my clothes and kissed me all around. He kissed every part his lips touch. He kissed my face, my neck and my breast. I arched my back and then he returned to kiss my lips. I don’t know how I do it but I can follow his kisses. His tongue was playing with mine. And then he entered me, I pushed him.

“Ouch!” I said. “Stop. It hurts.”

He looked at me worriedly. “Don’t worry. The pain will stop in a moment.” I closed my eyes but still it hurts. He kissed me and after a few moments the pain stops. It feels like I’m exploring something new. I was touching his nude body and thinking if every guy’s body looks like this.

“What are you thinking?” he asked removing some hair strand in my face.

“That I should be now in top of you,” I said. He laughed and he let me in top now. That was the most exciting thing I did. It was dawn when we finished making love.

“Did you like it?” he asked.

“Quite,” I laughed. “Just kidding. Of course I like it. I never felt like that before. It’s not your first time isn’t it?”

“How’d you know?” he said touching my back. We were under the blanket and looking at each other.

“Because you’re great at it,” I said. I kissed him in the cheeks. “Harry?”

“Yes?”

“Do you really love me?” I asked looking at him wishing he answer me honestly.

“I really do love you,” he answered kissing me in the lips. “I will always love you.”

*

The following morning, when I woke up Harry was not in the bed with me. Where did he go? I put my clothes and look for him. I was so happy that I just want to see him and hug him tightly and say that I had a great night. In the drawing room the door was partly open and I peered. There I saw Harry with a girl. Did he leave me in the bedroom because of this girl? Who is she? I run to my room and cried. Why am I crying? I’m not yet sure if they have a relationship. I wiped my tears and changed my clothes.

I went to the drawing room and when I entered, the two of them looked at me. “Good morning,” I greeted.

When I looked at the girl she looks familiar to me. Oh my god, she looks like me somehow. She just has red hair and blue eyes. But we have the same round eyes and we have the same shape of face. Are we related to each other?

“Good morning,” the girl greeted back.

“Good morning too,” Harry said. He seems like a different guy. He acts like he doesn’t know me. That he doesn’t see me before. What happened? Who is this girl for Harry?

“Claire this is Samantha,” he said. “Samantha this is Claire.”

“What a proper introduction,” the girl named Samantha said smiling. Her teeth are so white it looks like pearls. “I’m Samantha Ambler. And you are?”

“I’m Claire Madison,” I said.

“Madison? Your company owns the Madison silver company?” she asked with interest like Harry did when he found out that I was a Madison.

“Yes,” I said looking at Harry. He was not looking at me; he just stared at this Samantha.

“I’m Harry’s ex fiancé by the way,” she said touching Harry’s hair.

“I – I don’t know he had a fiancé,” I said. I stared at Harry but he look at Samantha like she is a goddess to him. Is she flirting Harry in front of me? How could she?!

“Now you know. I was here to check up on him. To check if he has a mistress.” she said looking at him with her eyes for me so annoying.

Mistress?! Do I look like a mistress? First, I don’t know Harry had a fiancé. And second she is an ex fiancé! Hello!

“Am I disturbing you?” I asked softly. Claire be calm. Didn’t Harry tell this girl what they did last night? That he told her that he loves her? And now, I will wake up thinking that this day is somehow different but no! This girl, his ex fiancé is checking out on him. What does she mean by checking out for him? Doesn’t she want Harry to have someone else? And Harry? Why isn’t he talking? Why does he just looked at this flirt and enjoying the way she flirt with him.

“No, no. Stay if you want,” Samantha said. “We were just talking about our relationship before we broke up. It’s so funny. Wanna join? You will be laughing when you heard our story.”

“Oh, no. Thanks for the offer.” I said. “I will now leave the two of you. Have fun.” I get out of the room immediately. Sigh. What am I doing in here? I just decided to walk outside. It’s so shiny and it’s a wonderful day. But for me, it’s not wonderful. I just felt like crying. Harry didn’t say a word that time. Why? Why? Why?

I was surprise to see the two of them leave the house and started walking in the garden. I followed them. I hid in the bush when they stopped in a corner. I was like a spy.

“So, who is that girl?” Samantha asked Harry.

“Claire?” Harry said.

“What do you mean by you don’t know? She looks just like me, did you notice that?” she asked picking up a flower from the garden.

“I notice that,” Harry replied looking at her.

“Did you let her stay in here because she looks like me?” she said playing the flower in her palm. Harry didn’t say a word.

“How long is she in here?” Samantha asked. “You look different. Did that girl changed you?”

“Me? Changed? No. No one can change me. I am what I am,” Harry laughed.

“You haven’t answered my first question. How long is she in here?” she asked sternly. She removed the flowers petals like playing she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not.

“About a month,” he said looking at Samantha with soft and gentle eyes. “I miss you.”

When I heard Harry said that, my heart hurts. It hurts too much that I can’t bear to stop it from hurting. I think it will be crushed or break into pieces. And if that happens that much better because I will no longer feel the pain of being hurt.

“Did you really?” she said throwing the flower bud. “I miss you too. That’s why I came back. I miss you so much. When I left you, I felt so guilty. I shouldn’t have left you.” She hugged him and to my surprise Harry hugged her back.

I don’t want to feel like this again. I don’t want to feel any heart aches again. Please! At first Nicholas, now Harry! Will I ever love the right person? It hurt so much. I want to go. I want to go home. I left the bush where I hid and run to the house. I took off my clothes and wear the one I wore when Harry and I first met. My tears won’t stop falling. Does he told me he love me because I look like his Samantha? Does he make love me because he thinks that I’m Samantha? Does he ust seeing Samantha through me? I hate to fall in love! I hate it! It’s really painful to fall in love with someone who has already loved someone else. Worst, when he treat me like I’m special but never be loved.

I didn’t say goodbye to them. I just left a note and leave the house. They must be inside the house now doing something. I look at the house for the last time and cried. I love you so much Harry. And then I left.

*

“Where’s Claire?” I asked the maid that night. I haven’t seen Claire since that morning when she left the drawing room.

“I don’t know, Sir. I haven’t seen her either.” The maid said. “But Sir.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Ms. Claire leaves this message on her bedroom,” the maid put her hand on her pocket and gets a piece of paper. I get it from her and told her to leave.

And then Samantha came in. “Why are you so worried?” she asked looking at me worriedly. “Is there any problem?”

“Can you leave me alone just for a moment?” I asked softly.

“Sure if that’s what you want,” she said and she leaves the room looking at me her eyes really is worried.

I open the letter and started reading the note Claire leaves. “Harry, Thank you for taking care of me. For the days I spent with you, I felt so wonderful. I was so happy and I will never forget the moment I’m in there with you. I wish you all the best and for your Samantha. I haven’t got a chance to tell you this before I left. All I want to say is that I love you so much. Thanks for the time you gave to me. Sorry for not saying goodbye before I left. Hope you will take care of yourself. Claire.”

Claire. Why did you leave me? I’m serious when I told you I love you. Why did you leave? I need to see her right away and tell her what I really feel for her.

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I got home about 9 in the evening. “Claire!” my mom was shocked to see me. “What happened? Why are you in here so soon?”

“I want to rest, mom,” I said.

“Nicholas is looking for you. He always calling and asking if you were back already. Haven’t you told him where you’ve been?” my mom asked.

“When he called, tell him I’m here already,” I said.

“Sure,” my mom didn’t say another word. I went straight to my room and there I cried. Am I unlucky? Why do I love someone who had already loved someone else? What will I do now? It really hurts.

After a few hours, there was a knock. “Claire. You have a visitor,” my mom called.

I wiped my tears and fixed my face and clothes. I shouldn’t be crying. I should be strong. I had been hurt many times. I need to move on. But I can’t. I opened the door and went to the living room.

There standing was Nicholas. “Where have you been?” he asked me. He hugged me so tightly and looked at me. “Are you crying? What happened? Tell me. I’ve been so sick worrying about you.”

“I’m – I’m,” I started but I couldn’t talk. My vision was blurry because of my tears.

“Shh, I’m here,” Nicholas said. He helps me sit in the chair. “What happened to you? You haven’t contacted me since you left. And I don’t know where you went.”

My whole body was shaking. I can’t able to speak. “Claire?” he lifts my chin up and looks straight to my eyes.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked. “Is there anything that I can do to help you?”

I took a deep breath and said, “Don’t worry Nicholas. I’m fine. I just need some rest that’s all.” When he tried to kiss me, I looked away he just then kissed my forehead. “Tomorrow, I have a surprise for you,” he said.

“What is it?” I asked still not looking at him.

“It will not be a surprise if I told you,” he said smiling at me. He looked at his watch and he decided to go. He waved me goodbye and leaves. I was about to go inside when I saw someone looking at me in the dark. I looked at it closely but it suddenly disappeared. I thought that it was just my imagination.

While walking I thought, if I was about to choose between Nicholas and Harry, who will I choose? Nicholas who always wants me to be perfect and want to looks like her ex girlfriend and only wants my money or Harry who lied to me that he loves me and who only just seeing his ex fiancé through me? Sigh.

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