The Unforseen Call

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The days following the gallery exhibit passed in a blur of excitement and new possibilities. Tiara found herself riding the wave of success, her art gaining attention and praise. The gallery had sold several pieces, including Rebirth, and she had been contacted by multiple potential buyers and galleries who were interested in showcasing her work. For the first time in months, she felt like she was in control—she was her own person, creating for herself, no longer shackled by the past. Her life had found a rhythm, a delicate balance between work and personal growth. She had even started taking up yoga in the mornings, something she had always meant to try but never had the time for. It helped clear her mind, allowing her to focus on the present rather than the ghosts of the past. But despite all the progress, there were still moments when the pain of betrayal lingered, unexpected and sharp, like a sudden gust of wind that knocked her off balance. It wasn’t that she still longed for Taylor or Serena—it was the realization that part of her had trusted them both so completely, and yet they had torn her world apart. Those moments of doubt, of wondering what could have been, were becoming less frequent, but they still surfaced from time to time. It was on one of those quiet mornings, as Tiara sat at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee, that the phone rang. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, but something about it made her stomach tighten. She hesitated before answering, the weight of the moment not lost on her. “Hello?” she said, her voice steady, though she couldn’t entirely mask the unease in her tone. “Tiara,” came the voice on the other end. It was deep, familiar, but filled with an unmistakable tension. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice. It was Taylor. Her pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat. She hadn’t heard from him in weeks—not since she had blocked him. She had assumed he would eventually move on, that he would respect her space. She had built her life around the idea of moving forward, without him. Without all the pain he had caused. But here he was, calling her. She could hear the weight of uncertainty in his voice, and for a moment, Tiara didn’t know how to react. Part of her wanted to hang up, to end it right there and move on with her life. But another part of her—curious, confused—wondered what he could possibly want after all this time. “Taylor,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She was surprised at how calm she sounded, even though her mind was racing. “Why are you calling me?” There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Tiara could hear him taking a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts. “I… I know it’s been a long time,” he began slowly, “and I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I need to say something.” Tiara’s grip on the phone tightened. His words, so carefully measured, only served to remind her of the hurt, of the promises he had broken and the lies he had fed her. She thought about the countless nights she had cried herself to sleep, wondering why she hadn’t seen it coming. The betrayal was still so fresh, so raw, that she wasn’t sure she was ready to face him again. “I don’t think there’s anything left for us to say, Taylor,” she said firmly. “You made your choice. And I made mine. It’s over.” “I know,” he said, the pain in his voice unmistakable. “But I can’t just walk away without telling you the truth. I’ve been a coward for so long, Tiara, and I owe you an explanation. I’ve been an i***t, and I never should have hurt you like I did. I’ve lost everything, and I know I can’t expect you to forgive me. But please… just let me say what I need to say.” Tiara felt a lump form in her throat. The pain in his voice stirred something deep inside her—something she hadn’t expected. She wasn’t ready to hear his apology, not when the scars from his betrayal were still so fresh, but she also couldn’t deny the curiosity that gnawed at her. “Fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Say it.” There was another long pause, and then Taylor’s voice came through, more strained this time. “Serena… she wasn’t just a friend. She—she was everything to me at one point. I don’t expect you to understand, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you. I thought I could keep it all a secret, that I could have both of you in my life, but I was wrong. I didn’t realize how much I was hurting you until it was too late.” Tiara’s heart was pounding in her chest, her mind a whirl of emotions. She could hear the regret in his voice, but it felt too little, too late. The image of Serena, smiling and carefree while betraying her trust, flashed through her mind. She had been fooled, and now she was supposed to feel sorry for Taylor? “You should have told me the truth, Taylor,” she said, her voice quivering with a mix of anger and disbelief. “You should have been honest with me from the start. Instead, you let me live in a lie.” “I know,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “I was selfish. And I lost you. I lost everything that mattered to me, and now… now I’m just trying to make it right. I’m not asking for anything, Tiara. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just needed to tell you that I’m sorry. And I will be sorry for the rest of my life.” Tiara sat in silence, the weight of his words hanging in the air like an invisible burden. She wanted to scream, to tell him how much he had hurt her, to demand that he feel the full extent of her pain. But instead, she sat there, numb, as the truth of his words washed over her. “I’ve heard enough, Taylor,” she said quietly, her voice a fragile echo of the person she once was. “I don’t need your apologies. I don’t need anything from you.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line before he spoke again, his voice barely audible. “Goodbye, Tiara. I’ll never stop regretting what I did to you.” Tiara hung up the phone without another word. The silence in her apartment was deafening. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, but there was no satisfaction in it. No closure. Just emptiness. She stood up, looking out the window at the city skyline. She had made her peace with the past, and yet, the truth had still shaken her to her core. Taylor’s words—his apology—hadn’t brought the healing she had hoped for. It wasn’t enough. But in that moment, Tiara realized something. She didn’t need Taylor’s apology. She didn’t need his closure. She had already begun to heal, not because of anything he said, but because she had chosen to move forward. She had chosen herself. And that was all she needed.
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