Grace and I spent a few hours talking and gossiping. Sharing some unshared things which I was unable to share on the phone. The evening went by pretty nicely. I met a lot of school friends and some new people who were amazing and fun-going.
After dinner, I went to the beach. Checking some messages and emails I made a few calls to John related to work. Sitting alone in the sand, the cold wind sending chills down my spine, made me hug myself. The sound of waves crashing down and the faint music playing at the resort were cutting the silence.
But here I was, at the seashore. Grabbing a moment of peace away from the world. Alone. In these past few years, I have pushed away so many people from me, making myself isolated from them.
Today after four years I met everyone. My family, my friends … except him. I don't want to see him, but I know somewhere deep down in my heart I want to see him. I hate him, but I know somewhere I still feel something for him. Something strong that has always been there.
It's not that I didn't meet anyone in these four years. I just really don't like anyone, because every time I meet someone, I compare them with him. Yes, he was possessive but the way he took care of me and the way he loved me was different. Was beautiful.
Tears started welling up in my eyes, and suddenly something warm fell on my shoulders. Looking sideways I saw a black leather jacket around my shoulders which made me warm instantly.
I looked up at the person who gave me the jacket and my eyes went wide seeing the person standing behind me.
"Liam…" I whispered.
At this moment I felt like the world had stopped. I couldn't hear the waves crashing or the music. I could not see anything around me except him. He, after four years, was standing in front of me. He looks the same, with black hair, and chocolate brown eyes which were shining in the moonlight. The same style of ripped jeans, t-shirt, and jacket. Except he has become bulkier than before.
All the memories, the moments, the laughs, and the cries we shared came back like a slideshow of my past. Getting up on my feet instantly I turned around and started walking in the opposite direction.
"Ava" he called and I instantly froze. Closing my eyes to not let my tears flow, I took a deep breath. Hearing my name from him after so long felt strange but yet nice. I could hear him approaching me but I didn't turn.
He came in front of me but I kept looking at the ocean. I could feel his eyes on me but still, I kept my eyes on the ocean as a single tear escaped.
I resisted my inner strong urge to look at him. Pictures of that night flashed in front of me. The way he looked at me with so much anger and hatred, that night was impossible for me to forget even after so many years. Despite my so much urge to not cry, a few tears betrayed me slipping from my eyes.
He wiped my tears with his thumb. As soon as he touched my cheeks, I closed my eyes savoring the moment. He didn't take his hand off, instead, he kept it on my cheek while staring at me intensely. Opening my eyes, I looked at him.
Seeing the person whom I loved once after so many years felt strange. Felt happy but still hurt, felt strange but still knowing. Liam, the only man whom I loved so much in my life, was now standing in front of me. The same brown eyes stared at me intensely and I was speechless.