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Mya's POV

The sand was so soft under my feet, the waves doing their slow dance back and forth, the last remaining people slowly packing up their belongings - their day enjoying the sun and surf was coming to an end as the sun sank slowly beyond the horizon.
It was quiet - so very quiet here, absolutely nothing like home. This was the complete opposite of home, home was the place where there was noise everywhere - the place you are constantly surrounded by it - sometimes I even feel consumed by it.
By now odds are you know me or at least you think you do anyway - you know my family at least - you know especially all about my Mother and Father and their beautifully tragic story.
You know me as Mya Rose Cage - the only daughter for Carson and Scarlett Cage. I am the quiet one, I am the good girl - the one with her head constantly stuck in a book, the great daughter and the wonderful sister - I am the girl that has only ever had one boyfriend, you've heard of him too right - Reed - we have been together since I was 15 - he was the good boy, the dependable one, solid, the one who loved plans and structure. He had it written down for god sake - his whole life mapped out - a career plan and a family plan and I loved it about him - or at least I used to - once upon a time.
He was the popular guy - people met him and liked him instantly - it didn't go astray he was also pretty to look at, golden skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes. 10 Years we had been together - I know crazy right, we survived high school and graduation, made it through university and stepping into the work force - he was so proud when he walked into the hospital to start his residency, I had finished up with my teaching diploma at the same time and had landed my first appointment at a private school teaching kindergarten. And as we settle into our new careers he made the decision it was time for the next step in his life path plan - and that's how I ended up here.
He had asked me to Marry him, he filled our apartment with red roses dropped to one knee and presented me with a diamond ring - a pink diamond ring.
In that very moment I swear my life flashed before my eyes, the job, the house, the kids, I got scared and I ran. I didn't even give him an answer - I just left him.
I left him on his bended knee - in the room full of red roses which he knew I hated and holding a pink diamond ring - I was never a fan of that colour and he knew that too and I walked away.
Maybe I am more like the man who contributed to my creation than I was willing to ever admit too.

What - well you've been waiting for me to mention him too right - not that there is anything to tell you. He disappeared from my life when my Mum almost lost her own - and other than a small white envelope and a slip of paper my Uncle Seb handed me on just a few weeks after my 23rd birthday, I had not heard from him - I hadn't even known where he was living or how to find him. I won't tell you it had been on my mind a lot more than usual lately and when I returned to my apartment this morning knowing and desperately hoping Reed would have gone to work I made sure that sealed little white envelope was among my belongings.

The waves crashing across my bare feet snapped me back to the present. The sun still slowing sinking - so beautiful, so peaceful, so quiet. No one other than my Mum knew what had went down yesterday - and maybe by now she had told my Dad, but I knew she would just get it, I knew she wouldn't try and force me to face up to anything I just wasn't ready to yet, I knew without a doubt she would have my back, because honestly - none of this was sudden, this isn't something that had just crept up on me - this had been building for awhile now.
I mean - there just had to be something more right, Surely it wasn't just me was it? I wasn't crazy, Was I?
I just wanted something more, I wanted something different, something that wasn't written on a 5, a 10 or a 20 year plan. Problem was - I really didn't know what it was I actually wanted - just that I wanted more.

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