Tears of Vengeance

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1 year later.

I was cooking some chinese food for the dinner.It has been almost two years since I last saw that man.Since I've last kissed him.Since I've last felt him.I can still remember that man who abandoned me coldly.The man who didn't even hesitate to break his ties with me after such passionate love making.

I tried forgetting him.I tried to move on.I've tried therapy, I've tried everything but nothing works.

That man still lingered around my thoughts,my mind and heart.

He loved Kira from the very beginning and I was too blind to see that.He never loved me.I was just a shield to him from the Americans.

But to this day,he had me enchanted by his demeanor aura.

Suddenly,my phone buzzed.I grabbed it immediately because no one called me and of course because I changed my number .Whenever the phone rang,I hoped that it was him but it was never him.He never called me.He never cared to even check on how I was doing or where I was.

He simply didn't care at all.

"Hello." I said.

"Hi, Lucia.It's me Enrique.Do you remember me?" 

"Enrique? Of course,I do remember you.How did you get my number?" I asked.

"You know I have my connections." He said.

"Oh..." I trailed off.If Enrique could trace my number,why couldn't he? I checked my old number a million times but he never called there either.

"It's been almost a year since I've last seen you.When are you visiting Moscow?" He asked.

"I don't think anytime soon and you know I don't want to go back to that place." I said.That city was full of my buried memories.Memories I don't wish to remember.

"I understand but my wedding is next 26th and engagement on Friday.I really want you to come.You were and will always be my best friend and I honestly don't wish to not have my best friend by my side on such an important event of my life." He said.

"I have to stay there for almost 3 weeks?" I asked and sighed."I will be there next week." I said and hung up.I wasn't in a mood to talk with anyone.

My life has changed a lot in the past year and I wish to keep it that way.Maybe I will find someone else when God wants me to or...someone will find me.

He tore my soul apart.I will still blame him for everything.I lost everything for him but he just left me like I was nothing.

Somehow,I was still intoxicated by him.

Somehow I wanted to be his arms and smell his manly fragrance.

On sleepless nights,I could still imagine him sitting on the couch and smoking a cigar.

If he could just tell me he loved me and he has moved on.I knew he didn't love me but somewhere inside,I had that feeling that somewhere inside of him,he still loved me.

Well,I can only find things out when I will go back to Moscow.