I'm So Sorry, But I Love You

I'm So Sorry, But I Love You Ch.1

Two Months Before:

                        Rayne stared at the window beside him, trying to avoid some eye contact with the one across from him: her. Yes, her; his closest colleague since they were kids, the girl of his dreams, and, he also thought, the one.  He peered at her from the corner of his eye as she tapped her fingernail against the wooden table in the restaurant. She seemed like an angel. Her straight, jet-black hair gently fell on her shoulders. Her dark-brown eyes sparkled as she gently smiled at Rayne. Her light, porcelain skin seemed to glow from the sunlight that poured out the window. This was his dream girl all right: Sandara.

                        “Rayne, you okay?” Sandara asked with deep concern.

                        He smiled at her. She was always concerned with her friends, especially him. His heartbeat began to accelerate as he stared into her eyes. He knew he wasn’t exactly her type, which were muscular, dark, handsome, and chiseled features, as well as hair that was either slicked back or spiked up. Instead, Rayne, had chocolate-brown shoulder-length hair that was swept to the side. He was thin, but tall, and was always considered “cute” not “handsome”.

                        “Huh? I’m okay” he said.

                        “Good, because I want to tell you about Avian.” She said with a smile.

His heart sank. Who’s Avian? He thought. Please tell me he isn’t…

                        “He’s my new boyfriend. He’s the perfect guy for me. Strong, confident, and very, very attractive. He’s a really great guy, and you guys will get along fine.” She said, interrupting his thoughts. His heart sank even deeper.

                        As weeks went by, Sandara continued to talk about Avian to Rayne. With every word, every sigh, and every smile she made, Rayne’s heart throbbed. He waited so long to be with her, yet she goes with another guy. The whole thought of her with someone else made him cringe with jealousy. He only wanted her for himself. He always thought that he was the only one she needed, the one she can rely on, the one that she can, well… love. However, it seemed unlikely to happen, and it never will. He returned to his small apartment, dragging his feet on his way to the couch. He plopped down, and buried his face into his hands. Let’s face it, he thought. She’ll never love me the way I love her….

                        Soon, he saw her less often than usual, which was rather strange. She never answered his calls, his texts, and stopped seeing him for weeks. His worry grew within him, and he knew something seemed uncertain, but he seemed to brush it off.

                        Meanwhile, Sandara huddled herself near the corner of her bathroom. Tears flowed down her face as she wrapped her arms around herself, rocking back and forth. Then, she slowly got up and staggered to the mirror. She looked in horror as she saw the person staring back at her. She could barely see the resemblance; black and blue bruises marked nearly every inch of her face. One side of her face was swollen with pain, and her hair was askew. She slowly reached for the back of her head, and was shocked to feel a bald spot. Tears formed in her eyes as she flashes back to the recent events: