I tried to listen to Elliot, but it was pointless. The longer I sat the angrier I became. I don't understand why he would show me that room. Its alway been this way ; when ever im happy and in love here comes Christian piece of shit Grey, confusing my heart . I refuse to listen to what he has to say, if he ever really loved me we would still be together. None of that matters now, he has someone and so do I. So fuck him and that room. I want to rip his head off for everything he has ever done to me, and yet even now I feel pain in my heart that only he could cause. The fact that he can still bring me heartache only fuels my rising anger. Im broken from my thoughts by a hand waving in my face.
"Ana, are you okay?" Thats such a stupid question to ask. My anger has reached a boiling point and I feel it spilling over cause me to say the first hurtful thing that comes to mind.
"I HATE YOU. " I wait to let what I said sink in. I see hurt and sadness touch his beautiful face before he recovers to his always calm and collected self. "WE WERE TOGETHER ONCE UPON A TIME AND I LOVED YOU SO MUCH." I stop my screaming rant briefly remembering old times with him. "BUT YOU FUCKED THAT UP BY STICKING YOUR DICK WHERE IT DOESN'T BELONG. AND NOW WHEN I'M HAPPY YOU CHOOSE TO NOT ONLY SHOW ME THAT DAMN ROOM, BUT YOU CONFESS YOUR LOVE FOR ME ONLY TO REJECT ME"
He doesnt seem bothered by my word, but I can tell by the way he stands he's putting up a front.
"Ana,I dont know what you want. I know I mad a mistake which I apologized for, but You moved on as soon as we ended . You've distance yourself from me and I understand why but I've always wanted you in my life ; weather we were together or not. I'm sorry if the room upset you but thats all I have of you and I won't be ashamed of it. So please tell me what it is you want from me?"
I think for a moment before it dawns on me what I want. I don't say a word; instead I walk back to the creepy stalker room with Christian right behind me. I guess I shouldn't call it that,if he really loved me this room would be romantic,instead its just the ghost of a love that once was. I make my way over to the miniature grand piano and take it out of it's case. Christian stands by the door no doubt not knowing what I will do next. Before I can stop myself; I'm throwing the small piano to the gasps before rushing over to the remains of his precious keepsake.
"Anastasia,why would you do something so cruel"
My reason is simple. "I want to hurt you. I want you to feel the pain I've felt for years. I want you to cry yourself to sleep and hate yourself because you're suppose to be committed to someone and your heart screams for someone else. only then will you ever understand what you put me through." I stand my ground and hold my tears at bay. Something changes in Christian, he seems sad,lost but determined.
"It sounds as if you wish we never met."
"I guess you can say that." I have a horrible feeling this is going to take a turn for the worst. He sighs deeply before walking out of the room I follow behind more then ready to go home. He walks through the great room to his office,I stop at the elevator. Thank god it comes right away. I dont feel the need to say bye to Christian so I ride down to the garage only to receive a text from him.
~Im glad to have known you. Have a good life ~C.
He's so dramatic. Whatever was left of Anastasia and Christian is nomore. If im honest with myself I can't say I care.
A/N I know I know. I haven't updated in forever and the chapter is short but promise to do another tomorrow.
