"My love never ends"

My body awoke when the light rays hit the window, the white sheets, and the noises of the roosters in the morning. I became aware that I was at my grandpa's house. I heard knocks on the door before I had a chance to close my eyes once more. "Ma’am Camille, your grandfather, and the family waited for your presence in the dining area". -Maid My face puzzles me as I look at the clock beside my bed. Omg! I overslept; it's 8:30 in the morning. The local wind nailed my body to the bed. I don't want to face my relatives except for my grandfather. I am aware that they don't like me, and simply maintaining the artificiality to prevent conflict. I rose from the bed and noticed the housekeeper was still standing, anticipating my reply. “Okay miss, I will get to the table; 5 minutes and I will be in the dining room." I answered. I am delighted because I’m back. 8 years—8 lengthy years—and still the agony and treachery are fresh. Oh, come on, Camille, think positive thoughts; you are only here due to your grandfather's plea. After that, you can return to New York. I managed to smile and went directly to the dining area after fixing myself. I smell the breeze as I move through the hall, missing my younger self. As I walked inside the dining hall, my heart raced when I caught sight of my former flame. I saw James Luke my to begin with cherish and to begin with sorrow, it torments me to see him indeed in the event that 8 a long time had passed. My thoughts are wondering, why is he here? I believed this was meant to be a gathering for our relatives. He looked handsome in his white shirt. I desired to return to my room; however, it was excessively cowardly to think because our gazes briefly touched, but I quickly turned to face my grandfather and smiled. "My beautiful Camille, you're finally here," Grandfather said. "Hello grandpa, I apologize for keeping you waiting." I embraced and pecked my grandpa. "No, Camille, I should be the one apologizing for interrupting your slumber. Pardon me, Camille, I can't help but think you haven't eaten yet." "Grandpa, you don't need to fret about me; I'm no longer 16. I can take care of myself," I stated as I settled into my chair. "Camille, you are still my precious granddaughter and always will be," he uttered. "You’re kidding, grandpa, I am not—" "Ahemm ahemm! Since we are all here, can we start our meal?" Auntie Feliz interrupted. I looked and saw my relatives’ dissatisfied faces. I can still see the burning and jealous eyes. Uncle Lawrence and Uncle Andrew are my father's brothers. Aunt Feliz is Uncle Lawrence's wife and Meredith is his daughter. It's wonderful that we're all here together," Grandpa said, breaking the silence as we quietly ate. "Absolutely, grandpa! How could we possibly decline your invitation?" Meredith replied. "In fact, we're always complete, even without constantly seeking the presence of others," she added. I know she's singling me out for declining their invitations, but I'm not falling for their insincere words. "Meredith, your cousin Camille has been occupied with her business in New York. We should understand that it took her 8 years to return here," Uncle Lawrence said. “By the way, Camille, how is your business? Uncle Andrew asked. “My business is doing well, Tito," I coldly answered. Camille, do you have a boyfriend right now? - Lolo asked "It's not my top concern, grandpa, I still have a lot to accomplish in New York. I left stacks of documents because my business growth is still in progress," I answered. “Oh uh!. Still can’t move on with your first love, dear Camille? Meredith mockingly said, I blankly looked at Meredith and Luke who were seated beside each other and spoke. “I can't remember my first love, Meredith. I only remember them as a fling and I don’t usually count unimportant people. If I wanted to, I could always have a boyfriend, but I'd rather have a fling and not an attachment. With a smile on my face, I said it. I saw that Luke's face was blank and dark. But I don’t care, I am not the Camille that used to be. “Oh, you are a wh*re now? Is that what you are trying to say? - Meredith sarcastically said “Like you?” I slightly said and laughed. “Just kidding, Meredith, but you can think anything you want.” -I smirked. “What the f*ck Camille?!” – Meredith exclaimed. “Enough, both of you!” – Grandpa said angrily. Meredith slams the spoon and fork, quickly wipes her face, walks out and goes to the washroom. What immature behavior. Do not test me Meredith, I said at the back of my mind. “Sorry Grandpa” - I stood up, wiped my mouth and walked towards my room. Before I could go up, I caught sight of a family portrait and gazed upon it. My father is the most extraordinary man I am acquainted with, too soon to merely cling to the recollections I possess of him. I miss you dad! Then I walked towards my room and saw Meredith waiting for me in the hallway. Before she could say anything, “hide your fangs and colors, Meredith, I am only staying for days and I will leave after our family’s discussion. “I said and walked out. I perch on the edge of the bed and exhale heavily. Meredith is insufferable. My blood boils to see Luke and Meredith together. How can they still be in a relationship, with such a resilient bond? After everything they do. This is the reason why I don’t like to be here; my emotions will eat me like a whole. All the efforts at fixing myself have been wasted. Seems like I am not yet healed from running for all my misery. I deeply sigh, I need to calm my raging emotions and mind. I went to the bathroom and took a bath. After an hour, I got out of the bathroom. It shocked me to see an intruder. "Oh, my goodness, Luke! Why are you here?" While fighting to keep my towel secure. What took you so much time in the Bathroom, Camille? Do you have any manners to knock before coming into my room? I exclaimed in a panicked voice. I did knock but no one answered and then I noticed it was not locked, so I entered. He said while gazing at me. Are you nervous? Don't worry Camille, I'm just a temporary thing, a fling, right? Gradually approaching me. I can detect his breath, his captivating brown eyes and bushy eyebrows, but before I get lost in imagination. My hand landed on his face, I hit him. “The audacity of you to say that, Luke, when you are the one who cheated? You have no right to come near me, Leave!” “You did not give me a chance to explain Ille!” It is so pleasant to hear Luke calling me by the nickname he created, but I am in agony. 8 years have elapsed, but still the agony is tormenting me. “ille? It’s Camille, Luke! I have no intention of listening to your falsehoods and theatrics. Now leave!” He was astonished and was about to take a step towards me but I pushed him and shouted, pointing at the door. “I said leave, Luke!” His shoulders slumped and he went outside. I am gasping for breath and tears streaming from my eyes. I burst into tears. I thought I had moved on. I embraced the pillow and let the sorrow envelop me. I close my eyes and fall asleep.