I went back
Larisa's pov
I wonder why my mom would go and meet Taylor at his house. What could they have discussed? My mom seriously suggested that I should go back to Taylor. I know it's because of the help he provided when she was seriously ill. Will I always be the one making sacrifices in this situation? I can't bear it.
I found myself talking to myself in my office when suddenly I felt a strong urge to talk to Dylan again. This feeling was so intense that I had no choice but to give in to it. It has been happening for several weeks now, and every day I can't stop thinking about Dylan. However, Dylan remains stubborn about our relationship, though he can't say no to it. What is he afraid of?
I took out my phone and dialed his number. Even before he answered, I couldn't help but smile. But in every call, I find myself accusing him of something he did to me.
"Hello, honey. How was your night? When will you invite me to New York?"
"My Dear," he paused.
"Why are you afraid of your brother? Remember, I'm not legally married to Taylor. Why are you making things difficult for me? Last time, you disappeared before I woke up. It's so hard for me to forget what you did. You didn't even consider my feelings..."
"Larisa, I might be keeping this from you, but the truth is, I can't bear seeing you with my twin brother. That's why I left before you woke up."
"Are you serious? Do you love me that much? Every day, you say things that make me want to be with you. Are you sure about what you just said, or should I believe what you initially told me?"
"Dear, I'm being honest with you. That's the main reason I left. But it's still difficult for us to be together. There are many things you don't know that are preventing me."
"Is your fear stronger than our love? What are you willing to sacrifice for this love?"
"I do love you, without a doubt," he interrupted me, and those words made me suddenly angry.
"You love me, yet you want us to forget about our connection? What are you even talking about?" And I ended the call. I hate when he says he loves me but is afraid to face the obstacles in our relationship. Within seconds, my phone rang again, and it was Dylan calling, but I refused to answer.
Dylan doesn't know what I'm going through, thinking about how he rejected and accepted me at the same time. The call ended, and he called again. All the signs he showed indicated that he cared about me, but his words were saying something else. How can I live knowing that Dylan is out there somewhere with another woman as his girlfriend? The thought immediately made me answer his call and say,
"Wait, I want to ask you something."
"What is it?" he asked, and there was a brief silence before I continued.
"Do you have a... girlfriend?" My heart raced as I asked my own question. I feared I might burst into tears if he broke my heart.
"I don't have a girlfriend..."
"That's a big lie. You can't convince me that someone as kind and handsome as you doesn't have a girlfriend. Stop lying to me. I know you might think it will hurt me, but please, do you have a girlfriend?"
"I don't."
"Then what's stopping us!" I exclaimed, and suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Someone's knocking on the door?"
"Where are you right now?"
"At work," I quickly replied, lowering my voice. "I'll call you when I'm on break." I ended the call, then turned my attention to the door and said,
"Please come inside."
A young man entered and took a seat as I pointed to it.
"I'm here to see Paulina," he said, holding a file.
"Paulina is on leave and she'll be back in two weeks. However, I can assist you with anything Paulina could do officially." I looked straight into his eyes, and he responded.
"I'm here for something personal. I'm about to travel to New York, and I wanted to see Paulina. If that's the case, I'll see her when I return."
"Okay," I nodded, watching him as he stood up and left the office. The sound of the closing door sparked a unique and surprising feeling of excitement in my heart.
"I'll travel to New York and give Dylan a surprise visit. Yes!" I stood up, smiling. I had a great idea, and this idea was so powerful that it would create a rift between my mom and Taylor. I believed that my presence here was what prevented Dylan from fully accepting our relationship. He didn't want any conflicts with his brother. I knew this was the hidden truth he was avoiding sharing with me. There was no way we could date here without Taylor finding out.
I was so thrilled with this idea that it sparked further ideas. That very day, when I got home, I said to my mom,
"I'm going to meet Taylor."
My mom was shocked and assumed I was joking.
"Are you serious?" she repeatedly asked, and deep inside, I had a perfect plan to break free from the relationship my mom solely approved.
My mom thought I would be going to Taylor's house the next day. I went inside, grabbed some of my clothes, and came back out.
"Mom, I'm going."
"Going where?" she asked, surprised once again.
"I told you just a few minutes ago that I'm going to Taylor's house, and you seemed happy about it. Why are you surprised?"
"I thought it was for tomorrow." She looked at me again and added, "What really changed?"
"Mom, I... I took your words to heart, and after reflecting on everything you said, I came to the conclusion that no relationship is without some kind of disagreement. It's up to us to mend our relationship. I want to make our relationship better and more loving.”
My mum was on the verge of tears by the way I spoke. She walked up to me, embraced me, and I tapped her back. However, deep down, I sneered, fully aware of my secret plans that had formulated in my mind.
I stepped outside, and the day was gradually turning dark as I made my way to Taylor's house. While halfway in the taxi, I had the urge to call Bridget and inform her of my decision to stay with Taylor. However, my plans to meet Dylan remained confidential, known only to me. I almost dialed Bridget's number but decided to wait and call her when I arrived at Taylor's house.
As I approached the front door of the living room, I recalled my vow to never return to this house. However, breaking away from a relationship like that would make me appear heartless. Besides, I valued my mother's relationship, so I knocked on the door a few seconds later. Initially, there was no response, so I knocked harder. I imagined that Taylor was in his room, and it would take some effort for him to come and open the door. So, I waited.
"Who's at the door?" I heard Taylor's voice, and I deliberately remained silent. Seeing that there was no answer, he asked again, convinced that someone had knocked on the door. A few seconds later, he approached and gently opened the door, looking shocked upon seeing me.
"Larisa?" He stared at me, and I slowly met his gaze before lowering my eyes to his leg.
"How is your health?" I asked, leaving him dumbfounded as he stood at the doorway, as if he didn't want me to come in. That would make me the happiest person on earth.
"Wow... wow. This is surprising. You came back?"
"Aren't I allowed into your house?" I asked, growing impatient with his lingering at the door.
"It's surprising, and you didn't even call me."
"Must I call before coming here?" I replied, almost rudely, but quickly recollected my plans. He stepped aside, and the moment I entered, a delightful aroma of a well-prepared meal greeted my senses from the dining table. I swiftly turned and looked at him.
"Are you the one cooking, or is someone else?”
"What do you mean?" He gave a half-smile, and I gazed at him for a moment.
"Your absence has taught me a lot," he replied.
"I still don't believe it." I walked closer to the dining table, where I could see two plates and a pot of food in the middle, ready to be served. I turned and looked at him.
"Are you surprised?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm very surprised. The only way you can convince me is if you tell me in detail how you prepared this meal. I doubt it a hundred percent." I noticed the confusion in his eyes, and he stumbled over his words.
"I..I followed a recipe from a YouTube food channel. I was watching and cooking at the same time." He approached me, using his crutches, and it seemed like he noticed that I was curious about the two plates on the table.
"I always keep you in mind whenever I want to eat. Look, your plate will be next to mine. It has helped me a lot emotionally."
Those words touched me, but they didn't change the plans I had in mind. I nodded and went inside. As soon as I entered my room, I closed the door and dialed Bridget's phone number. At first Bridget's line was on another call and I kept calling so that she could pick immediately after her call.
"Bridget, guess what happened today, right now. I'm at Taylor's place. You wouldn't believe it. He cooks for himself. I don't think he was the one who prepared the meal," I lowered my voice as I spoke.
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