One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

I left John’s house after he said all he wanted to, and stopped at a café, to drink a little coffee. I didn’t know what next to do.

Maybe I really had to move in because I couldn’t see myself begging John. My pride would never allow it. What made matters worse was that we were going to move to the family house. Had it been it were at his house, then I didn’t have to see anyone.

The only time I’d see him would be when I was working. After that, I’d stay in other places he didn’t frequent, but at the main building, it was going to be really… not chaotic, like a real chaotic house was, but chaotic to me, who was used to living alone.

After sipping coffee, and envying the people, who were having the fun of their lives without any worries, I decided to leave, and stop assuming things.

Their lives may not be as perfect as I thought it was.

Everyone had problems, and there was always someone with a bigger problem. I decided to be positive. There was someone dying in the hospital, at that very moment, there was someone else being diagnosed with lung cancer. There was someone who couldn’t walk anymore due to an accident.

Living with John was nothing compared to all that? Being with him for three years wasn’t the end of the world.

I got back to my house, and knocked on the door of Dahlia’s room. “Come in, Emily.” She said, and I walked in. She was folding clean clothes she had washed.

“What did he say?” She asked, dropping the last cloth she had folded.

“I’m going to be his secretary.”

“Secretary? That’s nice. Honestly, it’s great. It’s a lot better than being a maid.” She said, and I sighed.

“But he says I have to move in by tomorrow.” She added, and Dahlia’s face fell.

“Move in? You’ll live in his house?” She asked.

“It seems like the case. There’s nothing else I can do. He won’t take no, and I’m not going to beg him.” I said, and she took my hands.

“It’s going to be fine. Three years will be over before you know it. All you have to do is keep being strong, okay?” She said, reassuringly.

“I just wish I didn’t have to see his face.”

“You know, sometime in the future, you will look back on this moment, and smile. Everything happens for a reason, so just hang in there.” She adviced, stroking my hands, and I nodded, even though I couldn’t picture myself smiling anymore.

“But you’ll be here, right? I want you to stay where I can easily find you, Dahlia.” I said, not wanting a case where John would be the main reason we parted to continue on separate ways.

I wanted to stay with Dahlia for a very long time.

“What is my use without you? I’ll simply be a burden.”

“No, you’re my burden lifter. I need you know you’re still there. Stay here, take care of the house, and I’ll come to visit from time to time, too. The house is under your care now. Its yours.” I said, and tears glistened in her eyes.

I continued, “You can bring in anyone you want. Just promise me you’ll be fine. I’ll… I’ll also try my best to be fine. Three years more, and we’ll live together. Who knows, maybe we’ll have a house bigger than this, and I’ll be a designer attempting to break through the international market.”

Dahlia hugged me, and it was hard to stop my tears from falling. It seemed like me moving out was going to strangle our relationship.

“I’ll visit whenever I can, okay? Make sure you stay here, and always have my favorite snacks prepared.” I said, and heard her sniff, then smiled.