Chapter 424: GIANA (END)
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After two months renting a small house for herself, Giana felt haunted by loneliness whenever she saw the empty house that had nothing. She didn't have anyone to talk to either.
Therefore, she decided to come to this old age home. At least by being here, she would not feel lonely, at least there were people who could show her a little care and also people she could still talk to.
At the age of fifty-three, Giana lived surrounded by mostly people her age, who have absolutely no influence or have an extraordinary family background.
They were just people with ordinary backgrounds and did not have any privileges.
'I live, because I did not die.'
Maybe it was the suitable sentence to describe Giana's current situation. She was alive, but her soul was dead. She still laughed some times, but it never reached her eyes.
If the eyes were a reflection of the soul, then Giana's blank stare was a perfect reflection of how empty her soul was right now.
Giana thought she would no longer be able to laugh freely, but would only feel sadness because she felt tears had left her eyes or feeling disappointment and regret because those two feelings had gotten too close to her.
However, this afternoon proved something different. Her heart was beating fast again after years of not being able to feel it.
Giana saw his figure in the crowd of people who had come to do a volunteer activity by feeding the residents of this old age home, and there he was, in the group of the volunteers.
Standing beside a young girl who had a similar face to his, a girl around twenty-one or twenty-three years old, was laughing as the man whispered to her.
Dillon.
Giana still recognized him. He looked old, just like herself, but his face didn't show the same agony or misery as Giana's.
From a distance, from the glint in his eyes, from the way he smiled and laughed at the young girl's words, Giana knew that his life was perfect now. He was happy and Giana should be happy for him.
It was just that, at this time Giana could only stare at Dillon, without realizing that the young girl noticed Giana's gaze and came to her with a box of food. The girl smiled at Giana and gave the box of food to her.
"Here, take it," the girl said softly. "Why are you crying aunty?" she asked in confusion when she saw Giana lowering her head and wiping her face.
Unable to contain the deep sadness that she now felt, Giana chose to walk away.
However, the worried young girl followed her instead.
"What is the matter? Are you sick?" she asked politely. "How about we sit there and eat together?" The girl showed Giana an empty seat in the garden, but she shook her head.
Confused, the girl offered other things, but Giana kept refusing, until in the end someone else came up to them and took the food box from the girl's hand.
"You can wait there honey, dad will accompany this Aunty," Dillon said to his daughter.
"Okay," the girl agreed because she thought her father would find it easier to persuade people his age.
It was only after the girl left that Dillon walked quickly and stopped right in front of Giana. He blocked her path and they were both silent for a moment, just staring at each other.
"I didn't think it was you," Dillon said in a calm voice.
After decades of not seeing each other and when they finally faced each other again, Giana didn't know what to say.
Should she say 'sorry' to him? One word she never said to Dillon, or the word 'thank you', another word she never got to say.
"Long time no see," Giana said quietly. "Is that your daughter?" she asked to lighten the mood.
"Yes, she is my daughter." Dillon looked at his daughter who was chatting with someone else. The look in his eyes was enough to see how proud and happy he was now.
"She's beautiful," Giana praised, in her heart she wondered, would Dillon look at their child like that too if Giana had done what he asked? A request that was so unselfish and sounded a lot like an appeal to her, which she simply crushed.
"Yes. So pretty." Dillon readily agreed and then handed Giana the box of food in his hand.
This time, Giana didn't refuse the box and took it, it was just that the food box felt heavy in her hand. The sun was almost setting, which made Giana feel the tightness of regret for her actions even more.
"Nice to meet you again," Dillon said softly, then he walked away leaving Giana.
It wasn't clear what was going through Giana's mind when she called the man's name and made him stop walking, then turn around.
"I'm sorry and thank you for everything you have done," said Giana. "Sorry, I said it too late."
Giana thought Dillon would ignore her, but the man just smiled faintly, he looked so sincere and honest when he answered this.
"I accept your apologies and thanks, but," he said quietly.
Dillon then turned his attention back to the crowd of volunteers and found a woman looking at him with a cheerful smile, her smile prompting a smile on his own lips.
"But, I don't regret the decisions I made." Dillon turned his attention back to Giana after he waved his hand at her. "You have made your own decisions and I have made mine. It's true that a lot of unpleasant things happened between us, but I don't regret it at all."
Giana bit her lip and a tear rolled down her cheek, warm as it fell on her hand.
"I hope you don't regret that either," Dillon then added. "And I'm glad to see you again."
And that was all, Dillon just felt relieved to meet Giana, no more feelings involved, because right now, his heart was too full with the two women he loved.
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THIS STORY WILL BE ON HIATUS UNTIL 5 JANUARY 2022.
Read my new book for the meantime; UNTAMED; THE ALPHA.
Happy new year everyone!
Hope next year will be better for all of us!
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After two months renting a small house for herself, Giana felt haunted by loneliness whenever she saw the empty house that had nothing. She didn't have anyone to talk to either.
Therefore, she decided to come to this old age home. At least by being here, she would not feel lonely, at least there were people who could show her a little care and also people she could still talk to.
At the age of fifty-three, Giana lived surrounded by mostly people her age, who have absolutely no influence or have an extraordinary family background.
They were just people with ordinary backgrounds and did not have any privileges.
'I live, because I did not die.'
Maybe it was the suitable sentence to describe Giana's current situation. She was alive, but her soul was dead. She still laughed some times, but it never reached her eyes.
If the eyes were a reflection of the soul, then Giana's blank stare was a perfect reflection of how empty her soul was right now.
Giana thought she would no longer be able to laugh freely, but would only feel sadness because she felt tears had left her eyes or feeling disappointment and regret because those two feelings had gotten too close to her.
However, this afternoon proved something different. Her heart was beating fast again after years of not being able to feel it.
Giana saw his figure in the crowd of people who had come to do a volunteer activity by feeding the residents of this old age home, and there he was, in the group of the volunteers.
Standing beside a young girl who had a similar face to his, a girl around twenty-one or twenty-three years old, was laughing as the man whispered to her.
Dillon.
Giana still recognized him. He looked old, just like herself, but his face didn't show the same agony or misery as Giana's.
From a distance, from the glint in his eyes, from the way he smiled and laughed at the young girl's words, Giana knew that his life was perfect now. He was happy and Giana should be happy for him.
It was just that, at this time Giana could only stare at Dillon, without realizing that the young girl noticed Giana's gaze and came to her with a box of food. The girl smiled at Giana and gave the box of food to her.
"Here, take it," the girl said softly. "Why are you crying aunty?" she asked in confusion when she saw Giana lowering her head and wiping her face.
Unable to contain the deep sadness that she now felt, Giana chose to walk away.
However, the worried young girl followed her instead.
"What is the matter? Are you sick?" she asked politely. "How about we sit there and eat together?" The girl showed Giana an empty seat in the garden, but she shook her head.
Confused, the girl offered other things, but Giana kept refusing, until in the end someone else came up to them and took the food box from the girl's hand.
"You can wait there honey, dad will accompany this Aunty," Dillon said to his daughter.
"Okay," the girl agreed because she thought her father would find it easier to persuade people his age.
It was only after the girl left that Dillon walked quickly and stopped right in front of Giana. He blocked her path and they were both silent for a moment, just staring at each other.
"I didn't think it was you," Dillon said in a calm voice.
After decades of not seeing each other and when they finally faced each other again, Giana didn't know what to say.
Should she say 'sorry' to him? One word she never said to Dillon, or the word 'thank you', another word she never got to say.
"Long time no see," Giana said quietly. "Is that your daughter?" she asked to lighten the mood.
"Yes, she is my daughter." Dillon looked at his daughter who was chatting with someone else. The look in his eyes was enough to see how proud and happy he was now.
"She's beautiful," Giana praised, in her heart she wondered, would Dillon look at their child like that too if Giana had done what he asked? A request that was so unselfish and sounded a lot like an appeal to her, which she simply crushed.
"Yes. So pretty." Dillon readily agreed and then handed Giana the box of food in his hand.
This time, Giana didn't refuse the box and took it, it was just that the food box felt heavy in her hand. The sun was almost setting, which made Giana feel the tightness of regret for her actions even more.
"Nice to meet you again," Dillon said softly, then he walked away leaving Giana.
It wasn't clear what was going through Giana's mind when she called the man's name and made him stop walking, then turn around.
"I'm sorry and thank you for everything you have done," said Giana. "Sorry, I said it too late."
Giana thought Dillon would ignore her, but the man just smiled faintly, he looked so sincere and honest when he answered this.
"I accept your apologies and thanks, but," he said quietly.
Dillon then turned his attention back to the crowd of volunteers and found a woman looking at him with a cheerful smile, her smile prompting a smile on his own lips.
"But, I don't regret the decisions I made." Dillon turned his attention back to Giana after he waved his hand at her. "You have made your own decisions and I have made mine. It's true that a lot of unpleasant things happened between us, but I don't regret it at all."
Giana bit her lip and a tear rolled down her cheek, warm as it fell on her hand.
"I hope you don't regret that either," Dillon then added. "And I'm glad to see you again."
And that was all, Dillon just felt relieved to meet Giana, no more feelings involved, because right now, his heart was too full with the two women he loved.
=================
THIS STORY WILL BE ON HIATUS UNTIL 5 JANUARY 2022.
Read my new book for the meantime; UNTAMED; THE ALPHA.
Happy new year everyone!
Hope next year will be better for all of us!
After two months renting a small house for herself, Giana felt haunted by loneliness whenever she saw the empty house that had nothing. She didn't have anyone to talk to either.Therefore, she decided to come to this old age home. At least by being here, she would not feel lonely, at least there were people who could show her a little care and also people she could still talk to.At the age of fifty-three, Giana lived surrounded by mostly people her age, who have absolutely no influence or have an extraordinary family background.They were just people with ordinary backgrounds and did not have any privileges.'I live, because I did not die.'Maybe it was the suitable sentence to describe Giana's current situation. She was alive, but her soul was dead. She still laughed some times, but it never reached her eyes.If the eyes were a reflection of the soul, then Giana's blank stare was a perfect reflection of how empty her soul was right now.Giana thought she would no longer be able to laugh freely, but would only feel sadness because she felt tears had left her eyes or feeling disappointment and regret because those two feelings had gotten too close to her.However, this afternoon proved something different. Her heart was beating fast again after years of not being able to feel it.Giana saw his figure in the crowd of people who had come to do a volunteer activity by feeding the residents of this old age home, and there he was, in the group of the volunteers.Standing beside a young girl who had a similar face to his, a girl around twenty-one or twenty-three years old, was laughing as the man whispered to her.Dillon.Giana still recognized him. He looked old, just like herself, but his face didn't show the same agony or misery as Giana's.From a distance, from the glint in his eyes, from the way he smiled and laughed at the young girl's words, Giana knew that his life was perfect now. He was happy and Giana should be happy for him.It was just that, at this time Giana could only stare at Dillon, without realizing that the young girl noticed Giana's gaze and came to her with a box of food. The girl smiled at Giana and gave the box of food to her."Here, take it," the girl said softly. "Why are you crying aunty?" she asked in confusion when she saw Giana lowering her head and wiping her face.Unable to contain the deep sadness that she now felt, Giana chose to walk away.However, the worried young girl followed her instead."What is the matter? Are you sick?" she asked politely. "How about we sit there and eat together?" The girl showed Giana an empty seat in the garden, but she shook her head.Confused, the girl offered other things, but Giana kept refusing, until in the end someone else came up to them and took the food box from the girl's hand."You can wait there honey, dad will accompany this Aunty," Dillon said to his daughter."Okay," the girl agreed because she thought her father would find it easier to persuade people his age.It was only after the girl left that Dillon walked quickly and stopped right in front of Giana. He blocked her path and they were both silent for a moment, just staring at each other."I didn't think it was you," Dillon said in a calm voice.After decades of not seeing each other and when they finally faced each other again, Giana didn't know what to say.Should she say 'sorry' to him? One word she never said to Dillon, or the word 'thank you', another word she never got to say."Long time no see," Giana said quietly. "Is that your daughter?" she asked to lighten the mood."Yes, she is my daughter." Dillon looked at his daughter who was chatting with someone else. The look in his eyes was enough to see how proud and happy he was now."She's beautiful," Giana praised, in her heart she wondered, would Dillon look at their child like that too if Giana had done what he asked? A request that was so unselfish and sounded a lot like an appeal to her, which she simply crushed."Yes. So pretty." Dillon readily agreed and then handed Giana the box of food in his hand.This time, Giana didn't refuse the box and took it, it was just that the food box felt heavy in her hand. The sun was almost setting, which made Giana feel the tightness of regret for her actions even more."Nice to meet you again," Dillon said softly, then he walked away leaving Giana.It wasn't clear what was going through Giana's mind when she called the man's name and made him stop walking, then turn around."I'm sorry and thank you for everything you have done," said Giana. "Sorry, I said it too late."Giana thought Dillon would ignore her, but the man just smiled faintly, he looked so sincere and honest when he answered this."I accept your apologies and thanks, but," he said quietly.Dillon then turned his attention back to the crowd of volunteers and found a woman looking at him with a cheerful smile, her smile prompting a smile on his own lips."But, I don't regret the decisions I made." Dillon turned his attention back to Giana after he waved his hand at her. "You have made your own decisions and I have made mine. It's true that a lot of unpleasant things happened between us, but I don't regret it at all."Giana bit her lip and a tear rolled down her cheek, warm as it fell on her hand."I hope you don't regret that either," Dillon then added. "And I'm glad to see you again."And that was all, Dillon just felt relieved to meet Giana, no more feelings involved, because right now, his heart was too full with the two women he loved.================= THIS STORY WILL BE ON HIATUS UNTIL 5 JANUARY 2022.Read my new book for the meantime; UNTAMED; THE ALPHA.Happy new year everyone!Hope next year will be better for all of us!
