I Never Imagined ✔️

Chapter 11: Stinging Regret

So I never really post videos or pictures in the heading, but this time is an exception. I thought the song "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri was so fitting in this chapter. It's also one of my favorite songs of all time and she's one of my favorite singers of all time. Enjoy!

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(Sophia)

A statue. That's what I feel like. I can't seem to maneuver my brain into making into some kind of movement whatsoever. My joints feel like someone fused them into place, with my mind in an eternal state of shock. I don't know what to do or say. It's not until the conversation replays in my mind that my body starts to loosen up. 

But with that comes the cost of a familiar feeling piercing through my heart. The hot sword of heartbreak is shoved through my pillow like heart. The unmistakable pain sears throughout my body, causing tears to well up in my eyes. I bite my lip out of pure sadness, while taking deep breaths in an attempt to ease the pain that's soaring throughout my whole body. 

My vision blurs because of the hot tears that fill my eyes. I try to swallow the lump that's forming in the back of my throat, while preventing the tears to have the ability to fall. I sit back down on my bed, looking down, sniffling, while trying to absorb everything that just happened. 

The next thing you know, I hear the door swing open, and Anthony marches in to my room. I look up at him, and he just stands there, with a worried look on his face. "Sorry, Soph. I had to listen in. I just needed to make sure nothing went wrong." 

I give him a little smile, but the pain from all of it prevents proper words from being formed. "Are you okay?" he asks, and the next second he realizes that's probably the dumbest question to ask me right now. 

I shrug a little. "I think so. Did I do the right thing?" 

He nods his head vigorously. "You did. You did the right thing. Come here," he says, spreading his arms out in the expectation of a hug. Knowing it's Anthony, who's just a cuddly teddy bear underneath that big, bad exterior, I get up and almost collapse into him. 

He wraps his arms around me, while tucking my head under his chin. "You did the right thing, Sophia. I'm so proud of you. You've become so mature." With him saying that, I start to sob. I bury my face into his chest, catching a whiff of his familiar cologne. 

While I'm sobbing, he just holds me, whispering things into my ear in an attempt to comfort me. During that time, a soft knock comes at my door. "Sophia? Can I come in?" my mom asks. 

I don't feel like I'm in the mood to say anything, as this is too comfortable, so Anthony calls out, "Come in, Mom." 

I hear the door swing open, and then my mom slowly walks in. I hear her whisper, "Everything okay?" 

Anthony's chin moves on the top of my head, which indicates he's shaking his head no. My mom wraps her arms around me, with the mom sensor going off like crazy inside of her. Both of them hugging me just feels so comforting, and I never want to let go. Knowing that my family is right by my side, supporting whatever moves I make is more than enough for me to be content in life. Anthony and my mom let go of me, and my mom wipes the tears with her thumbs. 

"Sophia, it's okay to cry. It's your first heartbreak. I don't blame you. But don't worry, everything will get better. How about you go wash your face, and then you can have an eclair that I made. Will that make you feel better?" 

I nod, and say, "It's Grandpa's recipe. Of course it's going to make me feel better." My mom gives me a slight smile, and walks out of the room to go tend to her work in the kitchen. Anthony looks at me with another slight smile, and just gives me a slight nod.