*** Story based on Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (Rated T)
"I don't wanna be stuck here forever…" Those words crushed me like an arrow faster than a lightning as Renee walked out of the door. "Take care of yourself… I'm sorry we ended up like this… but goodbye Charlie…" It was as if time moved in a very slow pace when a tear dropped off her cheek as she turned away from me… Each second is like an era as I watched her footstep touched her way out of our home… It's like staring at a painting that captured my emotions; only, the portrait was all gray in coldness resembling a woman's back in a distance. And the longer I look at the painting, the deeper the agony digs a hole inside my heart…
If only I was brave enough to fight the pain… But that time, I wasn't. I was… frozen? Petrified? Shocked? I don't know the word that suits how I felt. I was emotionally ambushed. I let myself sink at that moment as the only woman I loved says my name for the last time… I should have fought that feeling of defeat, and asked Renee for another chance… a chance to prove that I really love her that I could spend quality time with her or our future family (though we both didn't know that she was already pregnant) more than the time I waste for work… And maybe… maybe then, everything could have been better… maybe by that I could have made her happy, we could have been happier…together.
I should save myself all this regret because now she is with Phil. Thank God, even if it's hard to admit, he really is good for Renee. He should or signing those divorce papers was the last thing I'd do. He loved Renee the way I never made her feel beloved. And he took good care of Bella. Though my daughter is totally independent, it was from my daughter's mouth that came out, "Phil cares." And the agony founded its ally, jealousy. These made me feel worse, but I have no choice but to accept it, because these are the results of my decisions, or should I say, of my cowardice. If only I was brave enough. Now for the results, what kind of police chief I am? -A good but lonely one.
I must have been reminiscing so deeply; I didn't realize that Bella was already waving at me with her luggage all around her. "Hello Char… Dad! Did I keep you waiting?" Bella, she's all grown up. "Not a problem Bells. How's your flight?" I said as I started gathering her things and wishfully thinking that she would hug me like she always did every time she arrives during summer when she was little.
It doesn't matter, my daughter's hello sounded so well that it made the wounds of reminiscing Renee's goodbye recover easily. That hello became an antidote against that poisoned arrow that paralyzed my heart in years. If my daughter only knew how much I waited for this moment… this chance that I should've asked Renee long before. And now, it is right in front of me, only the one that is returning to me is not Renee but my daughter Isabella, My Bella.
This might be the start of something good in my life again…
I hope.