I'm staring at the new book sent by Ryan. He send a note with it saying '๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ช ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.'
Yes, he annotated a book for me. My curiosity won and I started reading the dialogues he underlined or highlighted. Under every underlined/highlighted sentence was a post-it where he wrote his thoughts or his opinions.
Under a love confession, he wrote how much he loves me and doesn't want any woman except me and that how much he regrets hurting me. Under a apology, he wrote 'sorry' multiple times saying he'd say it a million times if I ask him to, he just wants me to come back home.
In the last note, he wrote: '๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ถ๐ด๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ. ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ช๐ป๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต, ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ค๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ณ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ. ๐๐ถ๐ต, ๐๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต, ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ช๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐'๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ญ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ.'
My heart started aching after reading the last note. I shut the book and I've been staring at it ever since. My heart keeps repeating one sentence over and over again.
I want Ryan.
Last night's memory flashes into my mind.
I walked downstairs after getting ready and stopped on the last step when I saw Ryan holding Sarah. He wasn't just holding Sarah, he was talking to her like she can understand him. I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face when I caught them. I stayed quiet and watched as Ryan told Sarah that I'm upset with him. He also mentioned that we were suppose to have a child and that he wants me to become a mother- with him being the father.
Watching Ryan talk to Sarah lightened my heart and when he kissed her tiny head, my heart melted. Right then, my heart said that I still love him.
I smile at the memory. Ryan doesn't know I caught him talking about his life to a 2 year old. I couldn't stop thinking about it and today morning Ryan sent me an annotated book which made me admit my true feelings.
I love Ryan.
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Ryan suggested to take me to Joseph's- my father's house- I didn't argue with him. I want him there with me, I don't know if I will be able to talk to him. Me and Joseph have talked in the past but dad never liked him. I never understood why, I thought it was some business rivalry. I never questioned.
A knock comes on my door.
"Ryan's outside." Bree says.
"Okay, coming." I say as I grab my birth certificate and put my purse over my shoulder. I walk out of the room and make my way downstairs. I don't know if he'll believe me that I'm his daughter so as proof I'm taking my birth certificate with me.
"I'm leaving," I say as I reach downstairs.
Bree looks up from the couch, she's holding Sarah in her arms, "okay," Bree says giving me reassuring smile.
I told Bree everything last night. From how I found out John was the one who killed Jack to how my parents lied to me. Bree listened attentively as I told her that Ryan is going to take me to Joseph's, I noticed a small smile appear on her lips. She still has hope for us.
"be safe." Bree says
"I will, Bye." I wave at them before walking out.
I close the door behind me and look up, Ryan's standing by his car, his arms crossed while his head is lowered. He's wearing a white shirt with black pants paired with white shoes. My eyes trail the line of his forearm muscles, whenever he wears white, it traces out his muscles and I-
"Rose?"
Ryan's deep, husky voice brings me out of my thought. I lock gaze with him, heat rushing through my veins to my cheeks. He just caught me checking him out.
He frowns, tilting his head "are you okay?"
I nod, my lips pressed together "yes," I clear my throat and look away from away "let's go."
"okay."
We both walk towards his car, he opens the passenger seat and holds the door, I get in, murmuring a "thank you," he shuts the door before walking around the car and getting in the driver's seat. We put on our seatbelt before Ryan starts the car and drives off.
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It has been 30 minutes of uncomfortable silence. The environment in the car is uncomfortable and cold- maybe its because of the air conditioner.
I always part my lips to start a conversation but end up staying quiet. I don't like that we're not talking. I miss him even when he's sitting beside me. I need to start a conversation to tell him that I want us to try again.
I wrap my arms around myself and release a light breath. Maybe I should've brought a jacket-
"You can turn down the AC if you want," Ryan's voice break the silence.
I look at him, his eyes are fixed on the road, his right hand on placed on the steering wheel while his left hand rests on his thigh.
I tear my eyes away before I get lost in inappropriate thoughts about Ryan. I look at the air conditioner as I say "yeah, thanks." I lower the temperature of the AC before leaning back in my seat. I rest my hands on my lap and look down to stare at my palms. I press my lips together then part them as I look up at Ryan to ask him "how far is his house?"
"uh, it's few minutes away- I'm sorry, I should've told you-"
"No, no, its okay." I say "I was just... making sure."
"oh, okay."
I nod before continuing the conversation "I read the book you annotated."
Ryan's shoulder tense for a second before he says "oh,"
"yup."
"And...?" he trails off.
"And... you're very poetic." I say, chuckling.
"oh.." he says "thanks?"
I let out a small sigh. Him not looking at me while I'm talking is making me pissed. He always looks at me when we're talking- at least glances at me.
I continue to stare at him. He senses me and finally glances towards my direction before looking back at the road "what?"
"Did you give up?" I ask
"on what?"
I hesitate before saying "me."
"what?-" he glances at me with a frown "no! what makes you think that?"
I don't say anything.
"Rose, answer me-"
"why did you tell John that everything about us was fake when he asked you?" I ask "were you embarrassed?"
"No."
"then?"
He sighs before speaking "John has never had good intentions for you. He never had good intentions for me because of what dad did to his father. He blames us- the Hartford's- for his family's death." I stare at Ryan, my gaze softening as he continues "I knew his so-called friendship was just a game to draw me closer to him. I kept him away from Bree, I kept him away from Jack and when-" he releases a shaky breath "when he started finding out that I was being affectionate and kind towards you, he would've made you his target to destroy me and... and it would've worked."
Ryan locks gaze with me for a second before tearing his eyes away and continuing "I was going to tell you everything- everything from the start to the end. I just wanted to do it after I took care of Jack." his expression changes to annoyance "Aiden couldn't bring the letter sooner-"
"wait, what?- you got a letter?" I cut him off
"yeah, from your dad- Mr Graham." he glances at me "did you?"
"Dad gave me that letter the same night I found out I was going to marry you." I say "he said that he wanted me to forgive him and mom." my gaze lowers, I stare in a distance as I continue "I got scared.. I didn't want to hate them so I never opened it till-"
"the night I left to attend the business event." Ryan finishes.
"Do you know John threatened dad not to open his mouth or he'd kill me?" as soon as the sentence leaves my mouth, Ryan's grip on the steering wheel tightens and his jaw clenches. "I'm sorry."
Ryan's gaze shifts towards me, I bite my lower lip, nervously.
Ryan looks back at the road. He pulls the car to the side and turns off the car before turning towards "sorry for what?"
"I should've opened the letter sooner-"
"you were scared, sweetheart. You didn't want to hate your parents, I understand that." Ryan says.
My eyes sting with unshed tears, I shift in my chair "would've you still killed him if I told you earlier?"
He nods.
"would you-" my voice cracks "would you have stopped if I told you to?"
He stares in my eyes before he says "yes."
I stare at him for a second before look down at my hands and quickly wipe my tear.
"I don't regret what I did, Rose." Ryan says, I look at him "the only thing I regret the most in my life is... not being able to save Jack and... hurting you."
I stare into his eyes. His eyes tell his every emotion, his eyes are a mixture of sadness and regret.
I'm about to say something but Ryan turns towards the road and starts the car "we're few blocks away." he says before he starts driving.
I don't say anything. I sit back in my seat and stare at the road ahead of me.
Ryan might still think I don't believe him but I do. And I'll tell him.
I'll show him.