Chapter 3: Heartbreak and Memories

Chapter 3: Heartbreak and Memories

Sophia ran out of Alexander's house, tears streaming down her face like a river. She took a taxi and went home, her heart heavy with sorrow. As she entered her house, she saw her mother and rushed into her arms, crying uncontrollably.

"What happened, Sophia? What's wrong?" her mother asked, concern etched on her face.

Sophia couldn't explain. She just shook her head, tears flowing like a river. "Nothing, Mom. I'm just not feeling good. Why did he do that to me?"

Her mother held her close, trying to comfort her. "What are you saying, dear? Who did what to you?"

Sophia pulled away, wiping her tears. "Nothing, Mom. I'm going to my room. I need to rest."

As she went upstairs, Alexander was still at his house, unaware of the pain he had caused. He saw the gifts Sophia had brought for him and smiled, feeling a pang of guilt. He unwrapped the box and found the thoughtful presents, each one carefully chosen. He caressed the picture she had gifted him, murmuring, "You haven't changed, Sophia."

Memories flooded his mind, remembering the times Sophia would cling to him, saying, "I want to be with you forever, Alexander. I want you to protect me." He had promised her then, "We will stay together forever, Sophia." But life had taken a different turn, and he had fallen in love with Rachel.

Little did he know, Sophia still held those words dear to her heart, and her love for him had only grown stronger. As she lay in bed, tears continued to fall, her heart breaking into a million pieces. She knew she had to move on, but her love for Alexander was a flame that refused to die.

She remembered the times they spent together, the laughter they shared, and the secrets they whispered. She thought of the way he used to hold her hand, the way he used to look at her with kind eyes. She thought of the promises he made, the promises he broke.

As she lay there, she realized that her love for Alexander was not just a childhood crush but a deep-seated emotion that had grown with time. She loved him for who he was, for his kindness, his compassion, and his caring nature. She loved him for the way he made her feel, like she was the only person in the world.

But now, he was gone, and she was left with a shattered heart. She felt like a part of her had been ripped away, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. She knew she had to move on, but for now, she just lay there, surrounded by tears and heartache.

As the night wore on, Sophia's tears finally dried up, and she fell into a fitful sleep, her heart still heavy with sorrow. She knew that tomorrow would bring a new day, a new chance to start over, but for now, she just lay there, lost in her thoughts, lost in her memories of Alexander.

Meanwhile, Alexander was still at his house, feeling a pang of guilt for hurting Sophia. He knew he had to make things right, but he didn't know how. He thought of calling her, of apologizing, but he didn't know what to say. He thought of going to her house, of explaining, but he didn't know how to face her.

As the night wore on, he finally fell asleep, his mind still racing with thoughts of Sophia, of Rachel, and of the mess he had created. He knew he had to find a way to make things right, but for now, he just lay there, lost in his thoughts, lost in his memories of Sophia.

The next morning, Sophia woke up, feeling a sense of determination. She knew she had to move on, she had to find a way to heal her heart. She got out of bed, got dressed, and went downstairs, ready to face the day. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to move forward, to find a way to love again.

As she went about her day, Alexander was still at his house, feeling a sense of regret. He knew he had to make things right, but he didn't know how. He thought of calling Sophia, of apologizing, but he didn't know what to say. He thought of going to her house, of explaining, but he didn't know how to face her.

As the day wore on, he finally picked up the phone and dialed Sophia's number. He took a deep breath and waited for her to answer, hoping that she would forgive him, hoping that she would give him another chance. But as the phone rang, he realized that he had hurt her too deeply, and she wasn't ready to forgive him yet.