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Page 30 of Forever and Always #1

DARKE

I tossed and turned through the night, my mind a relentless carousel of Bobby and the cruel misunderstanding that had torn us apart. The accusation of infidelity was a dagger to my heart. He couldn’t possibly believe I’d betray him; he’s my world.

Desperation clawed at me as dawn approached.

I paced my room, searching for a solution, a way to make him understand.

My phone was a silent companion, its screen a constant reminder of his absence.

Helplessness consumed me as I realized I might be losing the love of my life over a stupid misunderstanding.

The urge to confront him was strong, but I knew I had to give him space.

Morning brought no solace. Breakfast was a tasteless ritual as my thoughts remained captive to Bobby and the haunting image of his wounded expression.

The weight of the situation was unbearable.

I abandoned my meal, driven by the need to rectify this mess.

Another attempt to reach him was met with the cold indifference of voicemail.

A letter seemed the only path left. With trembling hands, I poured my heart onto paper, explaining the absurd misunderstanding and professing my unwavering love. Tears blurred the page as I wrote, each word a plea for understanding and forgiveness.

The letter clutched in my hand, I stood before Bobby’s house, a battleground of emotions raging within me. The impulse to knock was overwhelming, but reason prevailed. I retreated to my car, the letter my last hope.

The drive home was a torturous journey through a whirlwind of hope, fear, and longing. Would he read the letter? Would he believe me? The ache of missing him was a constant companion.

Distraction proved futile as work and television were mere backdrops to the Bobby-sized void in my life.

My phone became an obsession, each ping a potential lifeline.

As hours turned into a day, a gnawing unease settled in.

What if the letter was lost in the abyss of his indifference?

The thought of losing him forever was terrifying. I love him.

To combat the despair, I clung to memories of our shared happiness, laughter, and dreams. But as darkness enveloped the world, so too did uncertainty. Would tomorrow bring a dawn of hope or the final chapter of our love story?

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