Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 63

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 63

“Alright … but if you go back to what you were before, I’ll move out of here and never see you again,” I warned.

My mother squealed and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I patted her arm gently, feeling a bit awkward. “Thank you Lainie! I promise I’ll be a better mother and make it up to you!”

I smiled weakly and really hoped she stuck to her promise. I’ve always wanted my mother back … secretly. We talked a bit more until she announced that she needed to cook a ‘welcome home’ dinner for me. I was shocked that she was cooking again, but I guess that was a part of her big change.
I was left to unpack my things, but I only unpacked some because my mother had told me that they’ve bought a lovely new house in the neighbouring town and we were moving in probably next week or the one after. As I opened the flap to one of my bags, the Nokia N97 fell out and I groaned. I had forgotten to give that back to Henry.

There were a few missed calls for April and the rest were texts. I hesitantly started to read through them.

Steve: I’m sorry Lainie, but it’s better this way.

Keith: Life’s boring here without you loser! ?

April: Mom told me everything. I’m so sorry! Call me!!! XOXO

Clara: How are you? Did you get settled in well at home? We all miss you!

The last text was scary though. Somehow, Natasha had gotten a hold of my number. I was going to delete it by instinct, but curiosity got the better of me. I pressed her text to open it.
Lainie, I’m so sorry. You don’t have to forgive me fully but I hope you’re not completely angry at me.
I let out a tired sigh, I couldn’t forgive for what she had done, but I couldn’t stay mad at her forever, so I just typed: I’m not mad anymore but I haven’t forgiven you.

Although I was telling her that, if I ever see her in the future, I wouldn’t probably talk to her much. Maybe say a simple, ‘hello’ and walk away, and I think the text managed to convey that message. It was kind of the same with my mom. I wasn’t angry and bitter with her but I haven’t forgiven her for her mistakes.
My cell started to vibrate, which broke me out of my thoughts. I picked up because the name ‘April’ was flashing across the screen.
“Lainie! Oh gosh, how are you doing?!” Her voice was frantic as if she’d been worrying all day. Knowing her, she probably had.

“I’m alright.”
“I’m so sad. You guys are really perfect for each other but I really understand your point of view. Hollywood isn’t as glamorous as it seems.”

As I fell back onto the bed, I sighed. “I miss him.”

“Want to talk about it?” she offered gently.
And so I did. I poured my heart out to April. I told her about how I had hated his arrogance and how we bonded over his father’s abuse. We smiled and gushed over how we had confessed our feelings and our first date, and then I started to tear up as I told her what I missed most about him – his thoughtfulness and support, that charming smile of his, those soft dark locks, his smooth tan skin and most importantly, those eyes which could be so intense so second and so playful and light the next.

Oh how I missed them. How I loved them.

April tried her hardest to reassure me that everything will be ok, but it was just so hard to think positively. After I got off the phone, all our memories together flooded my mind and I swear for a second that I could feel his arms wrapped around me, his alluring voice whispering that he loved me in my ear.

Never in my life did I think I would ever shed tears for a guy, but I guess Henry wasn’t just any guy. I saw myself as a strong person, so crying for anyone or anything wasn’t acceptable, but I couldn’t stop the bitter tears escaping. He was really my biggest weakness. My heart ached. My heart hurt.

Everything hurt.

The more time passed, the more soaked my poor pillow became. I mentally promised myself that this would be the only and last time that I would ever cry over Henry. It wasn’t because he wasn’t important enough, but I was strong. I couldn’t let this bring me down. I couldn’t regret my decision to leave because I had done the right thing for me.

My once quiet tears turned into heart-wrenching ugly sobs as I thought of the most beautiful thing which had ever happened in my life – meeting Henry Parker. He was a total jerk, my best friend, as well as my ex-lover. But more importantly, he was my first love.