Apologies In Love
When I was seventeen, I was given the position of captain cheerleader. I remember how proud I felt and how I returned home with glee to tell my dad about it. But he wasn’t home that day. Even after he promised that he would be.
He didn’t return even after my countless calls. I remember, I cooked our favorite meal and fell asleep on the couch, waiting for his arrival.
But, he didn’t return.
Later, I learned that he spent the day with his lover and her young daughter. They also wanted him to spend the night. And, so he did.
I remember snapping at him.
And I remember, that was the day my father called me a selfish brat for the first time in my whole life.
I remember, that exact day, my boyfriend broke up with me, accusing me of cheating on him. I told him I didn’t.
He called me a selfish bitch and said that he shouldn’t have expected more from a cheerleader.
I remember not returning home that day.
No, I didn’t stay at a friend’s house. I went to a party and stayed the night there.
I remember, I cried with the red cup stifling my sobs and the loud music drowning my tears.
That was the first time I cried for feeling lonely.
After putting on my stilettos, I glanced at the ticking clock. I was almost sure that Pierce had forgotten I needed a ride.
Deciding to just summon him, I called out his name once.
“I did not forget, Ivy” came his voice just as the room started to glow. I shut my eyes and kept them closed until I felt the glow fading.
He was still as gorgeous and god-like as the first time I met him.
He was wearing a different robe today but this too was white and his chest was still exposed as always. His hair was styled exactly the same way.
“I am glad” I uttered, giving him a small smile. He returned it with one of his.
“Shall we go?” he asked and I nodded.
Like always, his arms went around my waist, pulling me close. And I let my arms wrap around his torso and leaned my head against his chest, closing my eyes.
The tingling feeling spread throughout my body.
When I re-opened my eyes, I realized that we were inside a washroom stall.
“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously, my eyebrows raised.
“It was the safest place to teleport without the fear of being seen,” he said simply, an amused smile playing on his lips.
I stepped back. “You could have just teleported to my office” I informed.
His smile widened as his hand reached out and tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.
“I will see you soon, Ivy” and he was one.
I stood there, trying to decipher the message my fast-paced heart was sending me.
I was twenty when my heart sped up for the first time at the sight of a man. He had yellow hair. No, not golden but yellow. And surprisingly, he looked attractive on him.
I never got too close. He was a friend of my dorm-mate. I saw him almost every day but I never got too close.
We were at a college party when it all happened. I was drunk when we had our first proper conversation.
He was very nice. That night, when I talked to him, I felt a little less lonely.
I wasn’t terrified when I followed him to a bedroom upstairs that night. But I was terrified when he wasn’t there the next morning.
When I faced him the next time, he told me that it was just a one-time thing. That I was a nice girl but he was not looking for a relationship at the moment.
Two weeks later, he took my dorm-mate on a date.
My heart didn’t speed up at the sight of any man ever again.
I yawned as I got off my desk. As the monitor turned black, I turned to the door.
I was ready for an uneventful night with a tasty dinner and a relaxing sleep.
But, as I opened the office door, I came face-to-face with Kiara. I felt a wave of uncertainty and suspicion rise inside me. Her nervous smile didn’t settle well with me.
“Hi” she muttered, cleared her throat and repeated the same phrase but louder this time.
“Hey” I greeted back.
She stared at my face without any words and I stared back. I didn’t know what else to do or how else to react.
After a while, I got uncomfortable and cleared my throat to get her attention. This caused her to break out of her reverie.
She looked down. “Look, I want to talk to you.”
“Sure,” I said, with a tilted eyebrow.
She looked up. “I-I wanted to thank you for what you did yesterday.”
I smiled. I should have known. After all, she was ‘a good girl.’ It was her nature.
“I was just fixing my mistakes. I didn’t want to be named as the villain of your love story” I informed
she laughed. “But, still. Thank you. You have no idea how much you did for me. I love him with everything I have. You don’t have any idea of what you gave me” her eyes were closed when she said that, looking absolutely love-struck.
“You seem to forget that I was the one who almost took him away. So, you don’t need to thank me. I was just trying to right my wrongs” I reminded her.
She flinched but her smile didn’t fade. “About that, I wanted to let you know that I forgive you. You made a mistake but you realized it. And you fixed everything before it was too late. So I forgive you.”
That felt good. It made a sense of calmness settle in me. “Thank you” I uttered, meaning the words.
Her smile turned apologetic then. “I also wanted to apologize for being a bit of a brat. I didn’t mean to rub our relationship in your face. I was jealous of you and jealousy makes you irrational. I hope you forgive me too.”
As I opened my mouth to reply, her phone started ringing. The smile on her face when she looked at the caller-ID told me who it was.
She turned to me. “I am sorry, but I have to go. I will see you later, Ivy. Maybe, we can even go out for lunch one day.”
My eyes grew wide in astonishment. “Yeah sure,” I answered monotonously, not really taking it seriously.
The offer was just a polite gesture but it was still surprising to hear.
As she rushed off, I felt a smile tug on my lips.
Maybe, she wasn’t as much of a bitch as I made her out to be.