Olivia's Point Of View ~

I storm out. Outraged by the fact that I find my finance on top of that women . . the same women that he cheated on me the first time with . . Amanda. They spilt up. That's why he came back to me. Oh wait. They never broke up, did they? No. They were always together and still seeing each other. He lied to me . . this whole time. Ever since he showed up at my door step that time, saying he loves me and wants me back . . he was just lying. That's all he's ever been doing. I hear Amanda's squeals as she desperately tries to hide herself and Eric's calls of my name. Scrambling off her and after me. I turn around, not wanting to stand still any longer. I'm quickly walking down the stairs . . feeling as if steam is pouring out of my ears. I hear Eric continuing to call my name . . hoping for me to stop and look at him. 

How can I look at him now? He did it again. He's a fucking liar. 

I make it downstairs . . grabbing my hand bag and car keys. Not even caring about my shopping that I had joyfully done today, unaware of the fact that the whole shopping trip for just so that Eric could be with his little piece off ass while I was out of the house. Well, she can have him . . cause I don't want him anymore. I open the front door in one swift move . . walking down the footpath towards my car. The gravel is underneath my feet once again. Shattering rocks . . just like my heart right now. I feel Eric right behind me, grabbing my hand to holt my rapid movements of escapism. I actions of taking a firm hold of me hand makes me stop . . turing around to face him. Ugh. I can't even look at him. He disgusts me so much. 

This is it. 

We are over. Me and him are so fucking done. I mean it. This whole eye opening is making me feel sick.  I'm upset but anger seems to taking more control. He's trying to explain why he lied to me . . why he came back to me while he was still with Amanda. He's saying because he realised he still loved me. Back to that time he saw me at the mall . . I was with Michael . . buying a dress for my cousin Carly's wedding. I remember. But no . . I don't care, whatever he says I'm not listening. I don't care. 

"I'm sorry, Olivia. I messed up . . " He sighs, slightly out of breath. He continues. 

" . . but I want you and that's the truth. I'll leave Amanda and we can be together . . " He says.

He flashes me a smile. To me, seeming like he has some confidence inside of him. A little too much. And that's what pisses me off the most . . he thinks this is like all those times before now. He cheated on me . . hurt my heart and every time, I forgave him and took him back. Eric knows that. But not this time. No way. He doesn't deserve me. He never did. He's just a liar and a fake. Nothing about him is real or pure. I don't believe anything he says. Eric is an idiot . . does he seriously think that I'm going to take him back? . . just like that? He starts to speak about when we first met . . our first date. But it's not working. It's not going to work anymore . . I'm done with him completely. He has hurt me for the last time. 

That's what Eric does. He's just this serial lover. Going around and breaking hearts just to see what is inside of them . . stealing them and feeding them to his pride that is himself. His cold, stony-heart self. 

Did he ever stop and think that I might really need that . . 

. . to stay alive? 

He takes a seemingly gently hold of my hand but I yank it away from him. I'm wordless. Tears of mine speaking for me. I put my hands over my eyes, in an attempt to erase everything that I saw upstairs. All this blue inside of my body is too much to take. This whole time, I was just falling for all his bullshit. How could I have been so blind? how could I not see the signs? I look back and there are so obvious to me now. I feel so stupid. I get the strength to look at Eric . . 

"Michael was right about you this whole time . . " I say, my voice breaking.

A pair of tears racing down my damp cheeks. My eyes red and my sniffles are heard.

"Why did you have to sabotage us? . . why did you lie, Eric? . . " I ask. 

He stutters. Struggling to find the right words. 

"I just realised that I still loved you, Olivia. But I still love Amanda too" He says. 

" . . and Michael, as for him . . " Eric suddenly says. 

I look back at Eric. Looking confused . . 

"I know that he's in love with you, Olivia . . " He says. 

"What do you mean, Eric . . what has that got to do with what I just saw upstairs? . . " I ask. 

Eric begins to speak. 

"Okay . . that morning when I saw you and Michael asleep on the couch . . " 

" . . I saw the way Michael was holding you but I shook that feeling off. I then gently starting to wake you up by kissing you but than in your sleep you said . . Michael's name!" He explains. 

I'm standing before him, wide and teary eyed. I said Michael's name? Eric continues to speak. 

"So I felt threatened and jealous. After you left for work that morning, I confronted Michael and the following night . . I asked you to marry me . . " He stops. Finishing everything that feels as if it had been on his mind for awhile. Wait . . Eric confronted Michael? . . he did? Oh my god. Michael was telling me the truth about that. The look on Eric's face has changed. I believe it's from the mention of Michael in this intense conversation. He lets out a smug chuckle. 

" Michael, that guy is pathetic and nothing but a loser . . " Eric blurts out afterwards. 

Before he can say anything more, I stop him dead in his tracks. I raise my hand . . throwing it forward as hard as I possibly can, whipping it across Eric's face. The crack sound of skin contacting skin feeling as if it echo's. Eric just stares at me with shocked eyes. His hand slowly making it's way to his fire red cheek. I don't feel bad. No remorse, nothing. If anything . . Eric deserved that and much more. How dare he . . how dare he talk about Michael in such a way. Talking about someone I care about . . my best friend. 

"You leave Michael out of this . . don't you dare talk about him like that . . " 

" . . don't you fucking dare!" I tell him. My voice becoming dark and protective suddenly. 

I look at my left hand. My finger that wears the engagement ring that Eric gave me. Sliding it off and throwing it at Eric. I don't want it . . I don't want Eric. I don't want any of it. I turn around as there is nothing more left to say to him. I turn my back to him . . walking to my car and opening the door. I hear my name being called out, followed by meaningless apologies. Saying he'll do better next time but there won't be a next time. I'm over Eric now. I'm over him . . I don't love him anymore. Like it has all just been drained right out of me. He is my greatest mistake. In the past, he did me wrong and I stayed anyway . . every time. I'm done. I mean it. 

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I take in a deep breathe, breathing in the fresh air. The feeling of soft, sand between my toes along with the gentle wind blowing in my hair. I love this time of the day . . the gorgeous sunset. The orange of the setting sun as it slowly descends into the horizon. A blanket of pink is set across the dimming sky as it darkens. Setting a beautiful and peaceful state. Is it the sounds? . . the smells? the gorgeous colours that never fail to open my eyes more and just take my breath away.

Or is it a combination of all of these?

When I'm upset about something . . when I need so time to think. I came here. Just to sit on the sandy shore and watch as the salty lips of the waves endlessly kiss the wet sand. But this time . . it's different. I feel . . different. I feel as if something is messing. I look up to the sky. The distant squawking of the seagulls. Their beautiful, photogenic silhouette's are seen as they take flight nearby. I look to the side of me . . seeing my bare footprints next to me and the trail I have made, as far as my eyes can see. My footprints . . they are alone. Only my footprints. I don't see another pair of friendly footprints next to mine and it is leaving me troubled. 

I realise something. Whenever I came to this beach when I was sad, Michael was always the one that was with me. That's what is missing . . 

Michael. 

to be continued.