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Chapter 20 FINAL GOODBYE
ALEXANDER
Five years had passed since I last saw this town. Now, as I walked through the streets, the whispers and glances from passersby were a sharp reminder of how far I’d come and how different everything felt. Fame had come with its own set of challenges and rewards, but beneath it all, there was an emptiness that no amount of success could fill.
The pub was still the same in many ways—its warm, inviting atmosphere, the clinking of glasses, and the laughter of old friends. But now, as I entered, I felt like an outsider, a stranger returning to a place that had once been home.
The bartender greeted me with a familiar nod. I asked about Alexandra, and he gave me the new address where she lived. With the information in hand, I made my way to her new home, my heart heavy with the anticipation of seeing her again.
As I reached her house, a quaint and well-kept place, I felt a rush of memories and emotions. My hand trembled slightly as I knocked on the door, each rap echoing my nervousness and the weight of the past.
The door opened, and my breath caught in my throat. Standing there was Z. He looked dramatically different from the last time I saw him. Gone were the leather jackets and rebellious attitude. In their place was a man dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored pants, holding a baby in his arms. The baby had a striking resemblance to Alexandra, a blend of her features with Z’s.
Z's presence was commanding. He was undeniably good-looking, his maturity adding to his appeal. The baby looked about a year old, with expressive eyes that seemed to hold a world of their own.
As I stood there, taking in the sight of Alexandra’s home and her new life, I couldn’t ignore the sharp pangs of regret and longing that pierced my heart. Z, holding the baby, was an undeniable symbol of the life I had left behind, and I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions.
My gaze was drawn to Z’s hand, where I noticed a glint of a wedding band on his ring finger. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Z was married to Alexandra now. The finality of it all was overwhelming. Z’s eyes narrowed slightly as he caught my gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the truth that hung heavily in the air.
“Yes. We are married now,” Z said quietly, his voice firm but calm. It was a statement, not a challenge. He was protecting what was his, and there was no denying that he had built a life with Alexandra.
I nodded slowly, my throat tightening as I took in the full impact of his words. The pain of knowing that I had no place in her life anymore was almost too much to bear. I wanted to step forward, to try to explain, to make things right, but the reality was that I had no right to intrude. The choices I had made had led me here, and I had to accept the consequences.
As I heard Alexandra’s voice calling from another room, sweet and familiar, my heart ached even more. She was calling to Z, referring to him as her “hon,” asking who was at the door. The warmth in her voice was both a comfort and a cruel reminder of what I had lost.
I stood frozen, my heart racing as I imagined what could have been if I had stayed. The thought of walking in there, claiming her as my own, was almost unbearable. But I couldn’t—wouldn’t—do that. The life she had now was one she had built without me, and it was clear that Z was a part of that.
Then I heard Alexandra’s voice again, this time with a hint of excitement as she mentioned a visit to her father. They were making plans to go see him, and the idea that she had reconciled with her past was both heartening and heartbreaking. It seemed like she had found peace and happiness, something that I had hoped for her but failed to fully grasp.
Z looked at me, a silent understanding passing between us. He knew, as did I, that my presence here was a reminder of a past that had moved on. The truth was clear: Alexandra had built a life with someone who cherished and cared for her, and Z was that person. They were happy, they were settled, and she had found a way to forgive and heal.
I took a deep breath, the weight of the realization sinking in. I nodded to Z, acknowledging the finality of this moment. He nodded back, his expression a mix of empathy and respect. There was no need for further words. This was my goodbye, a farewell to a chapter that I could never reclaim.
Turning away, I walked back to my car, the cold December air biting at my cheeks. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the burden of my choices was dragging me down. As I drove away, the tears that I had tried so hard to hold back finally slipped from my eyes.
I still loved her. The feelings had never truly faded, and seeing her with Z only made it more apparent. But the truth was undeniable. I had let her go, and I had to live with the consequences. This was my fault, and though I was heartbroken, I had no right to demand anything from her or from fate.
As the lights of the town grew distant in my rearview mirror, I realized that while the ache in my heart might never fully disappear, I had to accept it. This was the end of the road for us. The love I still felt was my burden to bear, a reminder of what might have been.
And as I drove away, the snow beginning to fall softly around me, I whispered my final goodbye to the life I once knew, knowing that while I would always love her, this was the end of our story.
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