Chapter 57

A drop of tear fell off her face again.
' I couldn't bring myself to say yes to such a beautiful request because I know what my heart was feeling. Everything was so beautiful but I didn't like it. I didn't like him. I didn't want it to be him. He wore a white shirt with black jeans and the first thing that came to my mind was Dylan. He would wear a black shirt on that black jeans. Alexander's hair was well combed, Dylan's hair would never be well combed that morning, he would leave it full, lush, crazy like that. Dylan never acts so modest around him, he is the realest around me and that realness is what gets me. I feel so bad, Brendax, why won't I stop thinking about him?!"

Alexia buried her face into the sofa, it was the first time she was letting everything out. Her tone drawled in her tears, she gripped the sheet of the chair; almost tearing it open.

Brendax couldn't handle seeing her cry in pain like that, he walked to her and laid his hand on her back. He gently stroked her hair until she raised her hand and wrapped her hands around him instead, crying her eyes out in his chest.

'If you are so hurt, why don't you just go back to him? He has been apologizing. Dylan never apologizes to a girl but he does it to you. If you really want him, go to him. He can't hurt you as much as he did before and now, you are wiser." Brendax advised.

Alexia gently disengaged from him. She removed the hair stuck in her mouth and looked at him.
'I... I should forgive him?"

'If it makes you happy." He replied truthfully.

'And you, does it make you happy? I know you have issues with him. I don't want to ruin our friendship." Her lips formed into a thin line.

'Is that the reason you've been ignoring him?" Brendax raised his brows.

'Of course not, I am still angry at him but thinking about it now, you too have issues." Her eyes finding truth in his eyes, she saw that he didn't really care.

'We are not girls, we will come around. I just want you to be happy, Alexia. You deserve that." He touched her lap and she nodded her head.

'Thank you, Brendax."

Just then, the door flung open. Someone walked in, it was Clara, the new assistant.
'Madam, Sir Dylan came to your office earlier but he didn't meet you so he dropped a letter."

Alexia stood up and collected the letter from her. Clara walked away quickly. Alexia looked at Brendax who urged her to open the letter and she obeyed.

She unfolded the paper, the black ink came to view and she started to read the content gently. By the time she finished reading it, she looked at Brendax.

'He is leaving." She looked at Brendax who stood up quickly.

'What?!" He exclaimed.

'I can't believe he is leaving and he decided to tell me over the paper. Who does that?!"

'Pretty sure we can meet up with him, what time is he flying?" Brendax picked up his car key.

'He is taking his private jet, we can never meet up with him. He would have left." Alexia threw the paper to the floor and sat.

The emptiness started to set in, her stomach began to churn against itself. Just thinking that she would never her eyes on him made water gather in her eyes and her hands shook. She placed her hand on her stomach, breathing heavily as though the air in the room had reduced and she was trying to gather as much as her strength could take.

'Did I do anything bad, Brendax?" she began to cry.

'I just needed time. He hurt me too much, did he think I was going to give into him so quickly. Do you leave someone you claim to love?!"

Brendax rushed to her quickly, he held her and pulled her to his chest, he began to stroke her back hoping to restore her and calm her down.

'It is fine, it's fine. It's his loss." He muttered into her ear, stroking her hair and comforting her.

Two Days:
Alexia's P.O.V

The first night wasn't the best, it felt so bad, so lonely. I could only think about him, his voice, his favorite clothes, his tattoos, and his blue eyes. His touch, the way he talks, and the little smirk he gives.

I thought about all he could be doing right now, he could be with another woman. Perhaps, he doesn't really care about me. If he cares, he would stay, right?

He was right there but I didn't want him, I was scared of what he would do to me again. I would never see him again, what's the possibility of him coming back?

That night, I hoped he was going to come back, knock on my door and hug me right. While I sleep, he would tell me that he was never going to leave but it never happened.

The next day, I tried to look good because Brendax would be worried about me so I used make-up and dropped my hair so that my face would look good.

Brendax noticed, he did his best to make me happy. From making jokes to talking about random employees. He is a good friend, he makes me happy.

Today, I don't feel better but I am getting it out of my head. I guess I am too obsessed with Dylan that I think I can only find happiness around him, I promised myself I would let it all go while praying to God to take the feelings away.

Right now, I'm with Clarissa and Rayden, we plan to go out. I took my phone, and delete the pictures and videos of I and Dylan together, finally letting It all go. Looking around me, I saw a different reason to be happy.

These people around me all love me and they are trying to make me happy so I would find comfort in them and draw from their energy to fill up my loneliness.