Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 459

When did I ever think about letting him go?

I had never, not once.

However, the path I took had brought me to a point of no return.

I stood there, letting his arms wrap around me, lost in the sound of the relentless rain tapping against the window. Man, Lake City's rain was something else.

After what felt like forever, I gently unwrapped his arms, turned to face him, and met his gaze with a steady one of my own. Years had passed, but he was still that same guy—regal, graceful, distractingly handsome.

Our eyes locked, and I caught a glimpse of the mistiness in his. A tightness gripped my chest, and I took a shallow breath. With a small, playful smile, I asked, "Idris, do you believe in fate?"

He looked at me, unsure of what I was getting at, his lips pursed slightly, but he remained silent, neither affirming nor denying.

Knowing I would not get an answer, I smiled softly and said, "They say that fate is a series of intertwined destinies, binding people together until their paths diverge. When we were in Tully City, I prayed in Grace Cathedral, not only for the well-being of the living and the peace of the departed but also secretly hoping that we could stay together for life."

As I saw the light in his dark eyes, I took a deep breath and continued, "Back then, I truly wanted to be together with you. However, as the elders say, fate has its own way. If two people destined to be together pray for it, they'll stick with each other through thick and thin, no matter the quarrels. However, if it's a troubled bond, fate won't let them suffer through hardships only to stay apart. It cuts their ties in this life, letting them find better matches, sparing them the pain of a love that's not meant to be. You and I, we're the latter."

He gave me a puzzled look, his lips pressed together in thought, but he stayed quiet, not giving anything away.

I looked at him, took another deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Idris, it's not about giving up on you. It's not because of Lucas or Alice. It's just that, after everything, it's clear we're not meant to keep going."

He stared back at me, silent as the night, the sharp tang of alcohol hanging between us. His silence weighed down the room, making the air thick and heavy.

Then, out of the silence, a harsh laugh broke free from him, detached and mocking, sending shivers down my spine.