My heart hammered in my chest as I rushed home; my mind consumed with thoughts of Josephine. I couldn't bear the thought of her sudden leaving, but it seemed like that was exactly what she had done. I couldn't believe that she had left a note instead of confronting me face to face, instead of her listening before killing. I felt a pang of guilt and regret as I realized that I had hurt her deeply. Her injuries: a wound on her leg and left arm; another one closer to the neck and some brushes on her breast. All not very deep but needed good care and I left her carelessly.
My love for Josephine had always been strong, but as just a friend, not the way she thought. Now, it feels like a heavy weight on my heart. I knew I had made a grave mistake in leaving her for Christabel. I had let my selfish desires blind me to the fact that Josephine needed me. I had been so caught up in the excitement of a new relationship that I had completely disregarded the feelings of the lady who had loved me unconditionally. But I still can't blame myself completely. Christabel called for an emergency, and who am I to resist? Who am I not to rush to my heart's dwelling place in such high demand? Besides, I never knew why she needed me at such a high frequency.
As I raced through the streets, my mind replayed all the difficult moments I had shared with Josephine last night. I remembered how we had stood by through thick and thin, how she had cared for me when I first met her and how she had always put my needs above her own. I realized with a sinking feeling that I had taken her for granted, and now I might have lost her forever.
I reached my hostel and burst through the door, hoping to find Josephine waiting for me. But the house was eerily quiet, and there was no sign of her. I felt a lump form in my throat as I scanned the empty rooms, hoping to find a clue as to where she might have gone. And then I saw it, a small note lying on the kitchen table.
I picked it up with trembling hands and read it slowly, heartbreaking with every word. Josephine had poured her heart out in that letter, and I could feel her pain and anger radiating from the page. Her words were like a dagger to my heart, piercing me with the realization of what I had done to her.
But amidst the hurt and anger, there was also a glimmer of hope. Josephine had reminded me that no feeling on earth is permanent, and that even though I had hurt her deeply, her love for me could still die. I knew then and there that I had to make things right, and I had to do it fast before it was too late. Maybe, I will have to pretend a deeper love, but wisely and carefully.
Without wasting a second, I hurried out of the house, determined to find Josephine and make things right. Not to fall in love but explain more vividly how I'm madly in love with Christabel. I combed the streets on campus and her normal lecture venues, asking everyone I met if they had seen her. But no one had any information, and it felt like I was searching for a needle in a haystack.
As I continued my frantic search, my mind was flooded with memories of Josephine's tears that previous night. I remembered our struggles with the bad group and how we escaped them. I remember how we reported the incident to the school security unit and how they went out searching for those boys. I also wondered what would have been the result by now. I recalled the day she had stood by me when I lost my father in a horrific motor accident and how she had been my rock throughout that difficult time. A lump formed in my throat as I thought about how I had failed to return the same love and support that she had given me. Maybe, even if it's not the way she feels, I would have done my best.
After what felt like hours, I finally caught sight of her walking down the street, her head held high and her shoulders squared. She looked determined, and I knew that she meant every word in that letter. But I wasn't going to give up without a fight. I had to make her understand that I loved her with all my heart but not the way she thinks. But I was not sure if I could tell her this, I might hurt her more.
I ran up to her, my heart pounding with anticipation, and I took her hands in mine. She tried to pull away, but I refused to let go. I looked deep into her eyes and saw the pain and heartache that I had caused her. But I also saw a glimmer of hope, and I knew that I had to use this opportunity to make things right.
"Josephine, I'm sorry," I said, my voice filled with regret. "I know I've hurt you and I can't even begin to imagine the pain and suffering I've caused you." But please, give me a chance to make things right. I love you more than anything in this world, but... and I don't want to lose you. Please, forgive me."
Tears streamed down her face as she looked at me, and I could see the turmoil in her eyes. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I was ready to do whatever it took to keep her back. We talked for hours, pouring out our hearts to each other and slowly unraveling the deep layers of hurt and betrayal.
In the end, Josephine forgave me, and we embraced each other with a newfound understanding and love. We knew that it wasn't going to be easy, but we were willing to work on our relationship and make it stronger than ever before. But one thing was planned in my mind: "I will keep pretending love for her until we parted one day. The fact remains, Christabel, I'm in love with Josephine, but I love her as my best friend on campus. "This is not going to be easy, but time can deliver every desire if you allow it with patience."
As we walked back home hand in hand, I could feel grateful for the second chance that Josephine had given me. I promised myself that I would never take her for granted again and that I would do everything in my power to make her happy and to show her just how much she meant to me. Still, this wouldn't mean love in my heart.
I realized then that no feeling on earth is permanent, but true love has the power to heal and overcome any obstacle. I imagine that with Christabel by my side as a sweet wife and Josephine as a good friend, I could overcome anything.
Just as we got settled in, Josephine walked to the school security unit to find out whether those bad boys had been caught.