The Billionaire's Unknown Offspring

Chapter No.14

Olivia:-

Weeks transformed into months after I drifted through the emotional storm that Joel’s disclosure had raised to engulf me. There was no one around, before me it had been a vibrant and colourful city; now it was an empty pitiless spectator of my pain, each step bringing the pain of the lost love. If I tried to continue, the scars never healed; they suffered fresh pain every day, and would not go away.

Trying to seek refuge, I went away from the places Joel and I had triumphed. I jumped into work, desperately trying to hide in the structure of the mundane, trying to press my ears against the silence because their laughter kept echoing and my dreams could no longer be shared.

Despite this, however, as the days moved on, a persistent question kept buggering me and this was; closure or I wanted Joel back even when I know that he had been engaged to another?

One such evening I got a call from Joel who was supposed to be far way. His voice that once was a haven of warmth now jolted through me like c***k of an icegullet in winter. Reluctantly, I responded with uncertainty because I had no idea what would come of my answer.

The realization that he meant business begin to dawn on Olivia, as he said. “Olivia, we need to speak!”

Well, it took me a few seconds to answer, but I said, Hello Joel, first and foremost, I believe that we should leave one another in peace at this particular moment. I need some time to settle what has happened.

On the other end of the line there was a heavy sigh for which the silence stretched between us. ‘ Olivia, I never wanted to offend you. Can we have a conviction to which I appeal to your being in person?’

Dianne had an overwhelming flood of emotions from seeing Joel again. I wanted something like closure, to know his perspective, but I also knew that all that would do would be to resurrect the boy every once again.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea at this point, Joel,” I said, growth may be tranquil, but it still works in mysterious ways that one must use careful steps to ensure no irreparable damage is done.” ‘I need time, which I also think that you need some as well’.

And after a rather long and awkward silence, which settled on our conversation like a cloud of gloom, I had to weigh my decision alone. As the moon rose higher and shone through my window that night, I watched the lights of the city morph into a giant body of waters and fears. I could not challenge the love I shared for Joel, but it was impossible to step over reality of Rachel’s engagement.

Weeks later, we sat across a thick-fogs table of a quiet coffee shop, thick air heavy with and without spoken words. Joel’s eyes were full of both sadness and Wish, yet My Heart was Sequestered. As we endeavored in an attempt to analyze the pieces of our relationship, the conversation became a massive argument. Insults were thrown in return and the distance between the hurt those in me had been building up gushed out like a torrent.

With the heated debate in the air, it became possible to understand that we had emerged at a point of no return. The love that was between us then, seemed to be never able to be repaired and the future road was full of evil glooming day by day.

“I can’t take anymore, Joel,” I whispered, choking back the sob. We are hurting each other and everything is alright for it is time to let go.

The dialogue the two men exchanged hovered in the air almost a morbid prayer for what was to come. Parted on that day, lifted the burden of farewell over the air. Through this city that once provided the canvas for our shared memories became now a silent bystander of the elements of decomposed and collapsed love which did not withstand the impact of omitted realities.

After out separation, the city streets served as a refuge and a means of inference as well as a reminder. Fifteen years later, I walked the paths that I had once known intimately, lugging a burdened heart, for the sounds of laughter sad songs had made the silence deafening that had marked the end of a love. This was a dreadful process of letting go, a quest through the remains left by a relationship whose days were once bright.