The night she left
1284 Words
Donald’s POV
“Donald, I'm disappointed in you. I don't want to believe you cheated on Emily with your manager!” Donald's mom yelled at him.
“Mom, you have to understand that I am an adult and I know what I want. You can't pick my partner for me because nobody chose my father for you.”
“Will you shut your mouth? Donald, we want the best for you. We can't watch you date that poor thing — a girl who wasn't raised with money. It's not healthy for you,” his father said sharply.
He looked at his father without saying anything.
His mom walked closer, placed her hand gently on his shoulder, and said in a softer tone, “Donald, your father and I won't lead you the wrong way. We love you so much and would never do that to you. Emily is the best girl for you, trust me.”
“Enough of this, please,” he said tiredly, removing his mom's hand from his shoulder before storming out of the room.
Donald's parents exchanged worried glances and sighed deeply.
“Can you just give the phone to her? I really want to talk to her even if it’s just once, please. Trust me, I haven’t been myself since Evelyn left the company.”
“I miss her so much. I miss her walk, I miss her smell, I miss her face, I miss her smile, I miss her voice — in fact, I miss everything about her.”
“Please, I know you're the only one that can talk to her. I’ve been trying to reach her but all my efforts are in vain.”
(Donald was pleading to Olivia on the phone to help him talk to Evelyn so she could forgive him.)
“She isn’t in her right state of mind right now,” Olivia replied calmly. “I think she needs some time to put herself together. Maybe you should call her later, but for now she doesn’t want to talk to you.”
The line went silent before Donald heard the click — Olivia had ended the call. He dropped his phone on the bed, staring blankly at the wall. His heart felt heavy, and tears slowly rolled down his cheeks.
“Donald has refused to leave his room since yesterday. He hasn’t eaten anything and he’s refusing to go to work since the day that poor thing left my company,” Donald’s dad said to his best friend on the phone later that night.
Hours passed. The next morning came, and nothing changed. Donald stayed locked in his room, curtains drawn, eyes swollen from crying. He refused to open the door when his mother knocked or when his father tried to talk some sense into him. He had lost the strength to argue — all he wanted was Evelyn.
Worried, his mother called his best friend to help. His friend arrived and knocked repeatedly, but Donald didn’t answer. He had locked the door from the inside and refused to speak to anyone.
His parents and best friend grew desperate. They eventually came up with a plan — to let Donald think they had agreed to let him plan a wedding with Evelyn, even though they had no intention of letting it happen.
When he heard about the plan, Donald’s face lit up for the first time in days. He could barely contain his excitement. He rushed to pick up his phone to call Evelyn and share the news, but her number wasn’t going through.
His parents promised to accompany him to where Evelyn stayed so they could help him talk to her.
He couldn’t keep the joy to himself. He went to the bathroom, took his bath, wore one of the most expensive clothes in his closet, and went out with his best friend to celebrate.
“Finally, I’m getting married to the girl I love most — the most beautiful lady I’ve ever set my eyes on, the lady with the sweetest smell, the lady whose smile melts my heart,” he said, blushing.
Donald couldn’t believe his parents would finally allow him to marry anyone else aside from Emily.
“How did you convince them to do this?” he asked his best friend curiously, still finding it hard to believe.
“Your parents want the best for you,” his friend replied, forcing a smile. He knew the real plan but couldn’t bring himself to tell Donald the truth.
They had fun all day — ate, drank, laughed — and returned home late in the evening.
That night, Donald tried reaching Evelyn again, but it seemed she still wasn’t ready to talk to him. He stared at his phone for hours, dialing her number over and over until he finally gave up.
Despite the worry, he still felt hopeful. The thought of seeing her the next morning filled him with a kind of joy he hadn’t felt in weeks. He smiled to himself, rolling from one end of the bed to the other, too excited to sleep.
By morning, Evelyn still wasn’t picking his calls. He grew anxious, pacing around his room. His mother reassured him that everything would be fine and reminded him to get ready — they’d soon be on their way to her place.
His best friend arrived shortly after, and together with his parents, they set out for Olivia’s house — where Evelyn stayed.
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When they arrived, Donald immediately sensed something wasn’t right. The compound was unusually quiet — no laughter, no movement, just an eerie silence. The flowers near the gate were dry, and the air smelled faintly of dust and rain.
He looked around, expecting to see Olivia’s car parked in its usual spot, but the driveway was empty.
“Are you sure this is the place?” his mom asked, glancing around in confusion.
“Yes, Mom,” Donald replied firmly. “This is where Olivia stays.”
He walked to the door and knocked several times, but there was no response. The quiet made his chest tighten. A few neighbors peeked from their windows, whispering to each other, but none of them came forward.
Donald knocked again, louder this time. “Olivia! It’s Donald. Please open the door!” he called out, his voice echoing through the empty compound.
Still nothing.
He stepped back, running a shaky hand through his hair. His best friend placed a hand on his shoulder, but he barely felt it. His mind was already spinning — Did something happen? Did Evelyn move out? Or is she avoiding me completely?
Just when he was about to turn away, the door creaked open slightly.
It was Olivia. Her eyes were swollen, her hair loosely tied. She looked pale — like someone who hadn’t slept in days.
“Donald,” she said softly, her voice barely audible. “You shouldn’t have come.”
Donald’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about? Where’s Evelyn? I need to see her.”
Olivia looked down, avoiding his eyes. She hesitated for a moment before whispering, “Donald… Evelyn isn’t here anymore.”
His heart froze. “What do you mean she isn’t here anymore?” he demanded, his voice shaking.
Olivia opened the door wider, tears forming in her eyes. “She left… and I don’t know if she’s coming back.”
Donald stood frozen, his breath caught halfway. Everything around him suddenly felt cold and distant.
But before he could say another word, Olivia whispered something that sent chills down his spine —
“Donald… there’s something you need to know about the night she left.”
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