Chương 6: Who is she
James POV
I could not believe it. The morning after what felt like the best day of my life—a magical day, a magical prom—I will awake to a heartfelt message from Emily. Her words pierced my heart through the pages of the note. I felt a sudden pain in my chest, and all of a sudden I needed to gasp for air. She explained to me that her family had a financial ruin and so they had to move out, and the abruptness of their departure was so sudden that I didn't even get a chance to give her a proper farewell. Maybe she didn't want this because she didn't know how she or I would feel about this sudden departure, but I doubt it was that sudden for her. The letter was filled with gratitude too, for the friendship we shared, for the times we spent together, and for the memories we made together.
But as I read those words, I felt a rush of different emotions in my heart. The realization that Emily, the girl I thought I truly loved, had left me stranded and unloved, with no phone number to reach her and no time for us to meet and depart nicely, left me standing there, alone, clutching the notes like it was a lifeline to the past. And that means I could reach her. I felt so devastated and dumbfounded; I didn't know what to say or what to do; I couldn't eat; I couldn't breathe; I felt like a part of me was torn and hidden somewhere.
Anger and betrayal went through my veins. How could she leave me like this? our friendship, which has blossomed so well from nothing? Our friendship, which started as hatred The perfect love story we had even though I didn't get a chance to tell her I loved her All was cut off without a warning. My bitterness fastened. How was I using this much? I'm such a strong guy, yet I fell, and now I get to be the one with the heartbreak? Have I forgotten so soon how heartless I can be? I felt so abandoned and bitter about it; there was this rise in hatred I felt for Emily. I had been left to navigate the final chapter of my schooling alone and my burgeoning career in the art world without the friend who had been my confidante and my collaborator. The one that made me discover my hidden talent and love for the art world
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Though lonely, I learned to live without Emily in my heart, and I threw myself into my work, channeling my emotions into empty canvases that bore traces of our shared dreams. My art became an outlet for my pain and a testament to our friendship, which had been torn apart.
As I immersed myself in the art world, I found solace in its depths. I attended exhibitions, mingled with fellow artists, and sought inspiration in the hidden corners of the city. But amid the swirl of colors and creativity, a mysterious and captivating lady caught my eye.
She was a figure like no other I've seen; her elegance and aura drew me in like an ant to sugar. Her name was Isabella, and she moved through the art world with an air of intrigue that fascinated me so much. We began to bump into each other at various art exhibitions and events, and each time we met, we had conversations that grew our friendship.
Isabella had a profound understanding of art, so it made our communication easier and more fascinating because we could communicate through our artworks and understand each other's artworks even without explanations. I loved her perspective on art, and this brought a new light of vibrancy to my life. I couldn't help but radiate the beauty she carried both inside and out; she was the definition of beauty and brains!
Our friendship deepened, and I found myself drawn to Isabella more than I had anticipated and expected to be. The loneliness I felt after Emily's departure began to seize was now filled with happiness, and that void was filled by Isabella's presence in my life. She was a source of inspiration and a muse who breathed life into my art.
A few weeks passed, and I felt drawn to Isabella even more and decided to open up to her about my past and how I met a lady named Emily who transformed my life and awakened my inner artistic curiosity. I told her how much I loved Emily and also told her about the night she left. Isabella was always uncomfortable when I mentioned Emily because she felt Emily had a greater part of my heart. Unknown to her, that part of my heart was now filled with hatred and feelings of abandonment. I could only remember her now because she was part of my pathway to victory and who I am, but I had lost all forms of love for her because she made me pass through hell—the kind of heartbreak I had never planned for my life.
I told Isabella all these things, and she felt a sense of relief knowing no one was going to take me away from her. Isabella was too perfect, almost like she was trying so hard to impress me by being the perfect lady a guy could ask for. I didn't see any flaws in Isabella, and I felt she was the one destined for me because she brought joy and happiness into my life and filled the voids in my life. I already saw I was falling in love with this lady called Isabella, whom I barely knew.
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