Donna was laying on her back on the soft material of her bed, her face turned upwards to the ceiling as she wore her white t-shirt with denim dungarees and bare feet. Her skin was slightly tanned from the Greek sunshine due to living on the Island, in the house that she had purchased with the inheritance that she had received years previously. A heavy sigh escaped from her rose tinted lips as her hands lifted up to be thrown back in a thumping motion onto the surface of her bed.
She didn't understand how three of her ex-boyfriends could be there at once. How would they know exactly where to find her when she hadn't been living there when she dated them? Why would they come?
Deep down part of her was happy to see them, to see the glimmer of what used to be and to be reminded of the happy memories however it also reminded her that she had raised her baby girl without a father and that the man she truly loved had left her to marry another woman in another country. She had only dated the other two men in order to attempt to forget the one she loved. That had failed. She never had forgotten him. She never could.
Without a definitive answer with the use of a Deoxyribonucleic Acid test then it would be impossible to know whether or not her daughter was the result of her affair with an engaged man whom she had fallen in love with, or one of the two men she had dated to forget him. She had never had the test done because she never again had the chance to speak or be with any of the men in order to get samples of their DNA but mostly it was because of the fact that she wanted it to tell her that Sam was the father. She desperately wanted it to be the man who she loved the most despite the fact that he had been engaged and had then left her.
She rolled over onto her front in order to bury her face into the soft cotton of the feather filled pillow, as soon as her face made contact with the soft material then she let out a muffled scream of frustration. Her fists then pummelled the pillows that her face was now pressed into. She was furious at the situation of which she found herself in. She wanted a way to fix it, getting rid of them would be the easiest way to do it but her heart still belonged to the man who abandoned her for his fiancee.
She truly did love him. She truly did want him in her life. However the fear of the concept of him still being married stopped her from telling him. She wanted nothing more than to walk up to him, grab him by the lapels and kiss him until both were gasping for breath in the desperate need for oxygen.
Her mind was a mess of confused feelings with the fact that her unexpected guests were there and her daughter's wedding, it simply multiplied the confusion that she felt.
Gradually the exhaustion of the situation took a hold of her mind and she slipped into a short slumber, her mind showing her images of what could have been with the man she loved. It showed her clips of the man carrying their young daughter on his shoulders, and the little one had her curly blonde hair into braids with a little pink dress on. It showed her clips of their wedding. It revealed dream footage of other every day things such as dinners together, dates, and taking their daughter to school.
The life she wanted. The life she could have had. The life she didn't get.