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Chapter 18 EIGHTEENTH GOODBYE

ALEXANDRA'S POV
Two years had passed, and I was a different person now. Life in our small town had a way of shaping people, and it had certainly shaped me. I had matured, grown stronger, and found a sense of peace in my daily routines. The supermarket job was more than just work; it was a place where I could connect with people, share smiles, and feel a sense of belonging. Yet, despite the semblance of normalcy I had created, the nights were still the hardest. The ache in my heart was a constant reminder of what I had lost.
I moved through my days with a quiet determination, finding solace in the simple tasks that filled my time. Cooking had become a therapeutic ritual, and tonight was no different. The smell of spices filled the air as I prepared dinner, the TV murmuring in the background to break the silence. I had become accustomed to the noise, a comforting distraction from my thoughts.
As I stirred the pot, a familiar voice caught my attention. I turned to the TV, and my heart stopped. There, on the screen, was Alexander. He was being interviewed, his presence commanding and confident. He had changed so much. The boyish charm was still there, but now it was coupled with a rugged handsomeness that made him seem larger than life. His eyes, the ones I used to lose myself in, were now sharper, more intense.
The interviewer leaned forward, a gleam of curiosity in her eyes. "So, Alexander, the world wants to know—what's the story with you and the Hollywood model? Are the rumors true?"
Alexander smiled, that charming, disarming smile that had once been reserved for me. "Well," he began, his voice smooth and confident, "we've been spending a lot of time together. She's a great person, very talented."
"But are you two dating?" the interviewer pressed, her tone playful yet insistent.
Alexander laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Let's just say we're enjoying each other's company," he replied, leaving just enough ambiguity to fuel the rumors.
I turned off the stove, unable to focus on cooking anymore. My hands trembled as I leaned against the counter, trying to process what I had just seen. Alexander was famous now, a rising star. He had become everything he dreamed of, and more. But seeing him like this, so far removed from the life we had shared, was like a dagger to my heart.
The memories came flooding back. The nights we spent talking about our dreams, the promises we made to each other, the love that had once been the center of my world. And now, he was out there, living his dream, while I was here, alone, trying to piece together a life without him.
I walked over to the TV and turned it off, the silence in the room deafening. I stood there for a moment, staring at the blank screen, feeling the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. How had things come to this? How had we ended up so far apart?
Sitting down at the table, I buried my face in my hands. The tears came, hot and relentless, as I let myself feel the full extent of my pain. It wasn’t just the loss of Alexander that hurt, it was the realization that he had moved on, that he had found a new life, possibly a new love.
I had tried to move on too, but seeing him brought everything back. The wounds I thought had healed were ripped open, and I was left bleeding once again. The nights were the hardest, but now even the days felt unbearable.
As I cried, I thought about the life I had built here. I had found a way to be happy, to find joy in the little things, but it was all overshadowed by the emptiness inside me. I loved this town, loved the people, but without Alexander, it all felt incomplete.
I wiped my tears and took a deep breath. I had to be strong, had to keep going. Alexander had made his choice, and I had to respect that. I had to find a way to live my life without him, to let go of the past and embrace the future, no matter how painful it was.
I stood up and walked back to the stove, determined to finish cooking. I wouldn’t let this break me. I had come too far to fall apart now. I had to be strong, not just for myself, but for the life I had built here.
But as I cooked, I couldn’t shake the image of Alexander from my mind. He was out there, living his dream, while I was here, trying to pick up the pieces. And as much as I wanted to be happy for him, a part of me couldn’t help but wonder what might have been if things had been different.
The future felt uncertain, the pain felt unending, but I knew I had to keep going. I had to find a way to live without him, to find happiness on my own. And maybe, one day, the ache in my heart would fade, and I would be able to look back on our time together with a smile, instead of tears.
I finished cooking and set the table for one, the emptiness of the other chair a stark reminder of my solitude. The food tasted like nothing, but I forced myself to eat, to go through the motions. The TV stayed off, the silence heavy around me.
As I cleaned up, my mind kept replaying Alexander’s interview. His smile, his laugh, his cryptic answers—it was all too much. I threw myself into my routine, hoping to drown out the noise in my head. But it was no use. The pain was there, lurking behind every thought, every memory.
I went to bed early, hoping for the solace of sleep. But as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, all I could think about was Alexander. His voice, his touch, the way he used to look at me. I hugged his pillow close, the scent of him long faded but the comfort still there. I closed my eyes and let the tears come, the silent sobs wracking my body as I mourned the loss of the man I had once loved, the man who had once loved me.
The nights were the hardest, but I had to believe that it would get better. That one day, the ache would dull, and I would be able to move on. Until then, I would hold on to the memories, the love we had shared, and hope that it would be enough to carry me through.
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