Chapter 47
I open the photo Sebastian sends and burst out laughing. I immediately call him.
"Where did you find a car seat for a pig?"
"Nowhere, Amelia, I had it custom made, I had to pay $3000 for the fucking seat."
"She's cute, wait," I look at the photo, "did you buy her new clothes?" "Yes, the pig has her own wardrobe now, and I also bought her feeding bottles and a thousand other unnecessary things. He stops and then adds: "Oh, and yes, I made her a passport. "
"A passport? And what name did you give her?"
"Rosalie de Mary Windsor."
"You gave her Queen Elizabeth's name?"
"Yes, Amelia."
"And why did you make her a passport?"
"Because we're leaving the country for a few days, and I can't leave Rosalie at home alone."
"And where are you going?"
"Monaco."
I gasp. Why is the pig he has for a few days flying to Monaco, and his sister has never been there before? But actually, I just find it funny. Sebastian looks very sweet taking care of Rosalie.
I return to my conversation with Danylo.
"What will you order, Ami?"
I don't know how he found out, but we are sitting in the same place as once, fifteen years ago I was sitting with my father.
This makes my stomach turn violently and my heart beats wildly.
I'm looking at Danylo. A light cotton shirt, the sleeves of which are slightly rolled up and black pants, the perfect addition to Danylo himself.
"Let me make an order," offers Danylo and I agree.
I take one foot out of the heel and extend it to Danylo. We sit across from each other. He smiles as my foot touches that spot. And then he puts his hand under the table and starts stroking me.
I bite my lower lip. He does not play fair. I can't sit here and calmly look at him, especially when he makes circular movements with his fingers.
Shit.
"When was the last time you were here?"
"A year ago, with Sebastian. We celebrated my birthday."
"My father brought me here for the first time, fifteen years ago, he had a business meeting, I sat at that table." Danylo points to another table not far from ours. "When the meeting ended, his little daughter in a pink dress came to my father's business partner." Danylo smiles. "I definitely remember that they ordered dorado fillet with olives and cherries, and tempura tiger prawns."
I feel how everything inside my body is enveloped by warmth, at the moment when the waiter brings the dishes just named by Danylo.
"You were there," I say with pain in my voice.
Danylo nods.
"How long ago did you realise that it was me?"
"The first time you told me about the restaurant, I added two plus two and here it is."
"It's a pity that then I was too young to notice you and fall in love." "However, you were very cute," Danylo smiles.
I force myself to eat at least a little bit, but it's more like forcing food into me.
I miss my father. I already miss Danylo. I opened up to someone for the first time, but again everything is going wrong.
Danylo says something and smiles, but I don't hear anything. There is only noise in my head, but I admire his smile. He has perfect sharp cheekbones, a straight nose and thin lips that do not hide perfectly even teeth.
"You didn't think that I would forget about dessert," Danylo says at the time when the waiter puts the Napoleon cake in front of me.
Well, he completely destroyed me. I was hoping that something would happen that would make me hate Danylo at least a little, but it's not possible. He is perfect. He did it all for me. He gave me a fairy tale. He makes me fall in love with him every second, and I can't resist it.
A lump in my throat is squeezing it so I can't even say thank you.
Danylo's hand reaches for my face and wipes away the tears. It's hard for me, it hurts.
I want to turn into Cinderella and run away from my prince, but in reality everything will be exactly the opposite. Danylo will run away from me in less than five days.
We leave the restaurant holding hands. Cool air greets us immediately at the exit. Danylo brings me back to him and kisses me, passionately, insatiably, wanting.
"I dreamed of doing it all evening," he admits.
"I dreamed that you would do this all evening," I smile.
"Now we have a walk around the city, and then a good night's sleep, because someone has an important exam tomorrow." "And no dessert?" I say sadly.
"You ate your dessert," Danylo is surprised, and then he realises, "oh, you're talking about it , little insatiable girl," he smiles, "I think I'll still find time for it."
I kiss him back.
"Are you worried about exams?"
"Not even a little."
I lift my head up and look him straight in the eyes.
"Well, maybe a little," and he looks away.
"Is there any chance that we will see each other?"
"Of course, in a few years, when you graduate from the university and come to my place, we will meet Amelia, moreover," he brings me back to him, "I will propose to you, we will get married and live together. Ami, I love you. I love you against all the rules and norms, I love you every morning and every night, every second of my life, you are my everything, but I need to move on, I need to build a future for us. You will study and come to me, we just have to wait."
I like this plan. I like to imagine my life together with Danylo.
"Danylo," I begin, "promise me that you will continue to live, promise me that you will go there and find someone..."
"No," he interrupts me, "don't you dare ask me that."
"Listen," I stop him, "there's no way we'll be together in three years, I could die at any second," I point to my heart, "it's a ticking time bomb, and I've come to terms with it, so now it's your turn, live on, live like you never knew me."
Danylo turns his head to the side.
"I will live there, but I don't want anyone else, I want only you."
"You say that now, but this is a new country, new people, so don't hold yourself back from something."
"Amelia, I love you," he takes my face in his hands, "you and only you, I don't need anyone else."
"Danylo, I said that I will never love anyone in my life..." He quickly lets go of me as if I've pushed him.
"What do you mean?" Danylo begins to breathe hard. "You haven't stopped loving Denys and you will never love me? And what about all your promises? What about all your words? You never loved me?" I nod.
I lie and this lie burns my tongue painfully, but I do it for him. It's easier to go to a new country and start a new life, knowing that nothing is keeping you here. It's easier to get to know someone and fall in love, without even thinking about the fact that a girl who is head over heels in love continues to live thousands of kilometres away from you. I stand and look at him. That's all. We will not see each other again. All that awaits us ahead is hundreds of kilometres of distance, thousands of unrequited kisses and millions of unsaid words. But I let him go, giving my soul and heart, which rightfully belongs to him from the first meeting.
I'm a girl who will regret those words for a very long time, but I won't take them back. My heart will scream I love you, and tears will burn my cheeks, but I will not admit it. I will continue to live with the thought that I made the biggest mistake of my life, and will try to overcome the heartache all the years to come.
I will continue to look at him, after those words, which, broke my heart and tore out my soul, but I will not run after him.
I will not come to the airport and see how he flies to fulfil his dreams. I will always remember him drinking an Americano with cold milk, but I will never make him one again. I will never text him again, and he will never know that he has become the only one I loved as much as I can...