The Screens Predict My Doom, I Rewrite The Script Chapter 06

The Screens Predict My Doom, I Rewrite The Script Chapter 06

A light rain was falling over London that day.

I left campus and walked back toward my apartment, holding an umbrella overhead.

As I approached the entrance of my building, I noticed a figure standing by the entrance.

He wore a black trench coat and looked noticeably thinner, leaning against the wall as if he had been waiting

for hours, completely ignoring the rain soaking his shoulders.

I stopped in my tracks.

Water dripped from the edge of my umbrella, splashing onto the toes of my shoes.

He raised his head, and his eyes locked onto mine.

Javier.

He had lost a lot of weight.

His eyes were deeply sunken, a dark stubble covered his jawline, and his eyes were heavily bloodshot, looking as though he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“Zuri…” he spoke, his voice so raspy it was barely audible.

I stood my ground, making no move to go forward or step back. “How did you find this place?”

“It took me a long time to track you down.” He stared at me, looking terrified that I might vanish the next second. “Why did you leave? Why didn’t you tell me?

I lowered my eyes, looking at the puddles on the pavement. “I did tell you. I sent a message.”

“That was a medical record! You ended the pregnancy! Why didn’t you tell me before?” His voice suddenly cracked, his eyes turning a fierce, watery red.

I looked up, meeting his gaze with total composure.

“Tell you what? Tell you I was pregnant so you could order me to get rid of it? Or tell you I was keeping it, just so you could force me to give birth and keep living as your secret mistress?”

His mouth opened, but no words came out.

“Javier, your fiancée is Reese. You said that yourself.”

“I broke off the engagement.” He took a step forward, rainwater streaming down his face. “I cut ties with her completely. Zuri, come back with me. We can start over…”

“Start over?” A laugh escaped my lips.

The sound melted into the rainy twilight, sounding incredibly mocking.

“Javier, what exactly do we have to start over? You said those five years were nothing but pity. You said it

yourself. Did you forget?”

His face turned completely pale.

“You also said Reese was the only one who suited you. Perfect social status, raised by the Colons for twenty years. And what was I? Just a little toy you kept on the side.”

“I never thought…” he tried to argue.

“You did,” I cut him off. “And you struck me. In front of everyone. That slap cut deeper than my

grandmother’s broken bracelet. Don’t you remember that either?”

He was completely silenced.

I stepped back, tilting my umbrella up slightly to look at his face clearly. “Leave. Don’t come back here.”

“Zuri…”

“I said, don’t come back.”

I turned around, swiped my keycard, pushed the heavy glass door open, and walked inside.

The door clicked shut behind me.

He didn’t try to follow.

Through the glass, I heard him shout, “Zuri! I’ll wait for you! I’ll wait as long as it takes!”

I went upstairs, pulled the curtains shut, and locked the sound outside.

On the windowsill, Grandma’s ruby bracelet lay quietly.

The cracks were still there.

Once something is broken, gluing it back together will never make it whole again.