Samuel's POV
Pain.
Every pain is different; the meaning of every pain is different. Some pain is excruciating, some are numbing, while some are like the dull throbbing sensation.
And then there is this sweet lingering pain inside your heart that is slowly burning you. It is like a slow poison that kills you slowly, without anyone knowing the reason for your death.
That is the worst kind of pain because it can't be healed. Because the cure which you need is the cure that you can't have.
And this is the kind of pain in which I am living.
How weird is it that the person who heals others can't heal himself?
The void inside my heart constantly re
Ariana's POV My phone rings, and I instantly jump to answer it. The feeling of excitement that was lost has returned in my life, and it's all because of Max. "Wassup, Max?" Biting my lip, I try to hold back my threatening laughter. "You, ugly bitch." He growls, sending me into fits of laughter. "This is war, Ariana!" He warns, but I continue to laugh, trying to picture his face when I get the parcel which I have sent to him at his office. Well, since we met, we have been talking to each other regularly. It feels like nothing has changed between us, we have just grown up, but that strong sense of friendship is still there. The first time when I called him, I was a bit hesitant because I didn't kno
Ariana's POV "Please stop!" I half-yell, rushing to get inside the elevator while carrying the painting that needs to be delivered in an hour. I release a sigh of relief when the closing door begins to reopen. I hurriedly got inside the elevator because I was already getting late for Justin's football match. Hence, every second counted, and I didn't want to wait for the elevator for another five minutes. "Thank you!" I smile with a quick release of breath and carefully settle the painting on the side. "You're welcome." Samuel's voice falters my smile slightly, but I simply shrug and glance away. It is not that I can avoid him forever because we live on the same floor. But what I can do is limit my interaction with him as much as it is possibl
Samuel's POV Every word of hers has pierced my heart, and the worst thing is that I know everything she has said was true. She doesn’t belong to me. But this will not stop me from looking after her. I love her and will always love her, even if she is not meant to be mine. I can’t have her, but this doesn’t mean that I will let anyone walk into her life. She only deserves someone who will love her and value her. Not only her but who will also willingly accept Justin as a part of her and love him as well. Her hate towards me is justified because I have hurt her in the worst way possible, even though it was unintentional. But no one can understand my dilemma. The choices which I made were difficult, and it has torn me apart.
Ariana's POV A tear slips from my eyes and lands on my hand, and I move my gaze away from Justin, choosing to stare blankly ahead. Justin has asked me to bring him to dad because he wanted to meet him and tell him about his match. Dad had made me promise that we would never remember him on sad days, but we will remember him in our good times with a smile on our faces. To be honest, this has been one of the most difficult promises of my life because his absence even dampens my happy moments. And now, seeing Justin talking to him just breaks my heart because I wanted Dad to be here with us to celebrate our happiness and victories. There is hot, burning anger inside me that is directed towards the world because this world doesn't have that one p
Ariana's POV When I try to take one step forward, suddenly something happens, and I find myself taking two steps back. The feelings which I was trying to push back resurfaced when last night Samuel visited. Although he was drunk, his pain was real. And his pain just left an unsettling feeling inside me. Feelings just don't disappear. It takes time to get over them. However, why do I feel these feelings which I have will always remain in some part of my heart? I am hurt because he hid the truth from me, the things which changed everything between us. He took the decision without even regarding my feelings. I don't resent him for choosing his child over us. I would have never asked him to change his decision. If anything, I would have supported
Ariana's POV "Stop laughing, dog!" Slapping Max's arm, I glare at him. "Have you seen yourself?" He laughs while ruffling my hair, "You look like a child playing dress-up." Since this idiot has thrown me in water and ruined my clothes, I have to change into his spare gym clothes, which he had in his car. His clothes are almost drowning me, and I look ridiculous. "All your fault." I cry while looking at my clothes. "Hey, you might feel annoyed at this time, but when you recall this in the future, this will be one of our best memories." He smiles and nudges my shoulder with his elbow. I can't help but crack a smile because it is true; such stupid things become reasons to laugh when they become memo
Samuel's POV A part of me is glad that Ariana has finally moved on, but a part of me is worried about her. I don't want her to get hurt. I have already become a reason for her pain, so I don't want her to go through any more hurt. Even though Max seems like a sensible guy but what if he is playing with her feelings? What if his intentions are not good? These questions are continuously making me restless. My phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts. Squinting my eyes a little, I try to read the name on the screen. "Why is she calling me at this time?" I mumble in confusion to myself while picking up the phone to answer. Laura has gone to her doctor's appointment, and from what she has told me,
Ariana's POV There are some days when you feel restless for no apparent reason. It is just an unsettling feeling lingering inside your heart, and you feel like your chest is burdened with an invisible weight. Letting out a small sigh, I look outside the window while resting my chin on my palm. Silently, I lift up the cup and take a small sip of coffee while I continue to gaze outside. Justin is at school, while I have decided to stay at home because I was not feeling well. I don't know what's wrong with me, but emotionally I have been feeling quite low. I don't know why but something doesn't feel right. I called Max to talk to him because I needed to divert my mind. He promised me that he would stop by at my place before going home as he probably sensed that I might need him to be with me