Destined to be

chapter 59

Emily was peeping out of the window feeling the fresh air on her skin ;

Looking back at all the strange turns her life took recently . She wondered what more unwanted surprises life had for her ;

Estella: " Can I come in . "

Emily: " Oh of course you can it's your house . "

Estella: " How are you ? "

Emily: " I am fine . "

Estella: " I am not asking as a formality . I really want to know how you are keeping up . I heard what Clara said to Steven . It was very rude and selfish and . . . . . . . . "

Emily: " No it's fine . I don't blame her . It's not her . . . . It's probably me . "

Estella: " No dear it's not . "

Emily: " Of course it's me . She lost her big break because of me . That is what I do I hurt people unintentionally . . . . . Like I did to my father . Now I am here and I ruined Clara's career . That is what i do . That is why no one wants me . "

Estella: " No dear . Stop putting all the blames on yourself . You have done nothing wrong . "

Emily: " Sometimes I wonder how my life would have been if I remembered the face of the guy I was with that night . . . . . . "

Estella: " Emily , you poor child . "

Emily: " I am sorry this conversation might be making you uncomfortable . I will stop . "

Estella: " No it's fine you can talk to me about anything you want . "

Emily: " I don't know . "

Estella: " I am just like your mother . "

Emily's voice breaks " Wh-what ? "

Estella: " I am like your mother you can share anything you want with me . "

Emily: " Oh my God , I can't believe I am actually hearing this . I never thought that I will hear this word again . "

Estella: " You are trying so hard to be a good mother to Ella you have nearly forgotten that you are also responsible to make yourself happy . Your life is equally important to me . "

Emily: " Why does everyone leave me ? "

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