Hi! Here comes the sequel to HEARTS DON'T FEEL THE SAME!
That red chamber has changed over the years. Not the same any more. It has locked its doors never opening for anyone. The air inside has turned stagnant! Waiting for that strong wind to chang...
The past two days have been a blessing in my opinion. I've been constantly happy more than I was these past three years. I know he isn't going to forgive me yet but I'm still going to leave no stone unturned. I know I messed up in the past. I messed up big time even now. I've been hiding something from him too and I know too well that he'd never look at me with love again when he gets to know about it. But, I'll cross the bridge when I'll get there. For now, I want him to forgive me to some extent. I couldn't help but defend Gigi, the other day because I had no other option. I am obligated to do that.
It was Christmas morning and I had decided to make an early morning visit to the same place I had come a few days ago. I parked my car in the driveway, killing the engine before getting out, opening the back door that had huge boxes of gifts, chocolates and cute, little cards from Gemma. I picked them up carefully before walking towards the main door. I was just going to place the boxes on the floor to ring the bell, when the door automatically opened, revealing the ever angry face of my mother.
"Happy Christmas, mom", I greeted with a wide smile, ignoring the cold stare.
"Same to you", she said with a clipped tone before moving from my way, letting me inside. I walked in through the huge foyer that was elegantly designed.
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My mom shifted back to the US almost three years ago and she just visits Gemma once or twice a year, but not me. I see her face only when I visit here for holidays or any other time. I wanted my mother back but it seemed harder than I thought. She was still angry upon my stupidity and my decision to separate from Zayn. At that time, I couldn't do anything because I didn't want Zayn to hate me more than he already did.
I had bought and furnished this house fully with every single necessity when my mom said that she'll move here. I didn't want them to miss anything and so I had loaded the house with everything. It was a huge four bedroom mansion, in the middle of a 7 acre property. There was a stable at one side of the backyard, and also a huge play area with all types of slides and rides. I had done my own research on kitchen garden and planted every vegetable or herb that was really healthy, so that there wouldn't be a necessity to search for it anywhere. I filled this space with all kinds of things as I wanted only best for them.
"Where should I put these?", I asked my mom who just pointed me towards the end of the hallway where the tall, heavily decorated Christmas tree stood, twinkling in lights and decors.
"Dadda", I suddenly felt two little people hugging my legs, as I staggered for a moment before looking down at them with a fond smile.
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"How much more time will it take, Jeff?", I questioned irritatedly since I had tried so hard to convince Zayn to come with me out tonight. He was stubborn but I almost got on my knees to get him to agree, but only after promising that it wasn't a date or anything romantic. Just two friends hanging out rather than staying in on a Christmas night.
