Chapter 137
The following day, I quietly slipped out of my room to not cause any ruckus that would wake anyone up in the early hours. I wasn't expecting to bump into anyone at this hour but apparently, fate was trying to force me into having another lovely conversation with my dearest ex.
He was in his, what I presume, jogging attire, slipping his shoes on when I opened the door to the porch. He had on a grey singlet and joggers with earphones plugged into his ears. I guess there wasn't any loud music being played on them since he twisted around to look at the door when it creaked open.
"I thought you already left yesterday," he said. He was looking at me with wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe I was standing in front of him. He took off his earphones and I shrugged in response.
"I bumped into your dad and we caught up. It was pretty late when we finished talking. He told me to take the guestroom so I stayed the night," I replied easily I muttered an ‘excuse me' as I stepped beside his sitting form to walk down the porch.
"You're leaving this early?" Adam called out, his earphones dangling between his fingers. I nodded, prepared to say my goodbyes. I wasn't planning to meet him again anytime soon. Everything would probably be like the old times where I'll be avoiding him because let's be honest here; pretending like nothing had ever happened between us was way too painful for me to bear.
I was about to wave goodbye at him and slip into my car but a hand gripped my wrist. The act brought me back to that day he blackmailed me into going to that party shortly after we met. I was about to walk away from him then when he caught my wrist and forced me to stay.
A spark of hope rekindled in me, I thought that maybe this time will be the same. Maybe he'll stop me from walking away from him like old times. My eyes flew to his face from the hand that was gripping my wrist, searching for whatever emotions his eyes had to offer me. I was hoping like a helpless teenager. It was completely and utterly pathetic but I couldn't help it.
However, I crushed the hope before it could spread like wildfire throughout my system. I can't go around hoping like some little girl. I needed to be strong. I needed to be independent and I needed to accept the fact that I've lost him. Most of all, I needed to move on — like he has.
His mouth was gaping and closing like a fish out of water, finding something to say before he seemed to gather his composure and decided on what he wanted to say to me. His grip on my wrist lingered and I felt the skin under his grip heating up as the second ticks by.
"About yesterday, I'm sorry for not telling Kiara about the accident and have you there to witness the whole screaming thing." He finally let go of my wrist and I cradled it with my other hand, wanting to keep the spot that was in his grasp warm. Adam reached up and scratched the back of his head, looking a bit sheepish. I quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Was that all you wanted to say?" I was ready to receive a nod and take my leave. My car door was already open and it acted as a barrier between Adam and I.
But instead, Adam surprised me with a shake of his head no. I felt my eyes widen a fraction and felt my hands started to get a little clammy with anticipation.
"I'm sorry for blaming you for my mother's death and I know it's illogical but I'm sorry for losing my memories. I feel like something, what we had, was taken away from you so suddenly and seeing me with Kiara probably had you shaken up." I wanted to snort at that. Shaken up was a definite understatement. It felt like something sharp pierced me and left me breathless and bleeding.
"Thank you," I whispered. For what? I had no idea but I didn't know what else to say. He didn't deserve me screaming at him because he had as much control of what happened as I did which was as good as none. I looked away from him because all I saw in his eyes was pity and I hated it. I didn't need his pity, I brought this upon myself all on my own.
"I wish you nothing but happiness, Adam," with or without me.
I slipped into the car and drove away. I kept my eyes from drifting to the side-view mirror, not wanting my emotions to get the best of me. I shut my thoughts off and let the sound of the radio drown out my self-thrown pity party.
