Chapter17
But like every other person who wants to strive their best to save the dying soul, I am going to fight
for us.
Giving up means that I don’t love her anymore but the truth is nothing else is much real in my life than my love for Leona.
She isn’t just a woman I met, fell in love and got married to. We’ve been in high school where she didn’t want to complicate her education by involving love in it.
So I asked for her friendship, and a lot of attempts earned me that, eventually in my last year of high school, she agreed to be my girlfriend.
Staying away from her for college was torture, I asked her to marry me since I was already working as a part–time freelancer and some of my savings were invested I had a decent income for the two
of us.
Leona however still preferred working at an antique shop just down our building, equally benefiting from earning and killing time.
We stayed in New York until Willy was born, so she didn’t have to stress about moving states with a patience–testing bump and crazy hormones.
I remember the last month of pregnancy was difficult because Leo was so uncomfortable with little things, regardless of the helplessness of seeing her like that, I knew I couldn’t do much aside from being there and being understanding.
I was early but I still checked in with security because you have to show a visiting card for proof, that you have a spouse or a close one working inside.
I was grateful she hadn’t instructed the security there to cease my entrance. So I drove around finding the number I knew was her marked parking as per by rules.
She told me how happy she was about that rule since she had once lost her parking in the Mall and called me to pick her up.
Thankfully, the parking across from her wasn’t marked so it was free to use. I just crossed my fingers that she didn’t run away at the sight of me.
Sitting there in the car, recalling every memory we created all these years produced another gallon of fresh tears.
I don’t remember how long I sat there waiting, feeding off the precious memories but when I saw her walking towards her brother’s car from a far distance.
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I immediately climbed out, stepping up to her car and standing there nervously.
“Wilson?” She chokes out once she notices me, her steps frozen, her eyes delivering disturbing
emotions.
In those spare seconds of her surprise, I noticed the dip below her reddened eyelids, the slight dark circles. Even her hair was up in a bun, and she hates buns. Her attire seemed like it belonged to her mother, I wasn’t criticising her choices but I just knew this wasn’t her.
She hadn’t applied anything and she was always against going out like a homeless person, she made sure I and Willy were all decently dressed up before we left for anywhere, even for ice cream.
What have I done my love?
What have I done to you?
“Please, we need to talk Leo.” I insisted on keeping my voice calm. I can’t explain how tormenting it was when I realised I had exploded at her at the hospital, scaring the shit out of her. She had looked at me like I was a stranger, it burned me so I left not wanting to hurt her more.
Funny because that’s what I’ve been doing since the ominous night.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she announced softly, backing away from me, her voice void of any emotions and it panicked me. Nonetheless, I fought the anxiety keeping it hidden low.
When she tried getting towards the other side, to the driver’s seat, I held her elbow gently making sure my hold wasn’t tough.
“Please, just give me a chance.” I begged, “I want to talk,” I mumbled swallowing the chunks of distress in my words.
“About what exactly?” She squares me in the eye, with a fierce level of confidence, stripped of any sympathy coating her tone. “Another of your wild adventures?” She taunted disgust lacing her suspicion, her brown eyes rough with anger.
“Leo, please,” I pleaded pulling her slightly closer. Her nose scrunched up at our proximity wrenching at my hope.
“I saw that video Wilson,” she snaps shoving me away with disdain, gritting her teeth.
“How could you Wilson?” Then she grabbed my collar like a feral lioness, “Imagining it was another thing but watching it,” sneering she stammered, pausing as pain blended in her expressions, bitterly pushing me away again. She turns away, shaking her head in repulsion.
“We’re never going to get past it if we don’t talk it out,” I exclaimed, wary about having her mutual
