"Guys…. I need to confess something."
As soon as this words left my mouth I regretted and bit my lower lip out of nervousness. The eight queer eyes looked at me all in silence. Great! I am so dumb and such a party spoiler. I shouldn't have done this. But I don't even have a choice now. All this love and fame won't be there if I carry on with the suspense.
Recently my book, "Falling For You Was The Best Thing" was declared the Book of The Year. Infinite readers and love from all over the world,was all what I was getting from these past weeks and honestly, I was cherishing all these lovely moments. But the contemplation of hiding a truth from my beloved readers, a question which everyone asked,whether a commoner or any interviewer still bugs me. All i ever did was smile mysteriously whenever this question was asked. But today I decided to confess them all the truth. Eight lucky readers got the chance to meet and dine with me and this was my only chance where I can reveal the real story. The dark story which is nothing compared to what I wrote in my book. Its now or never!
"What is it, Ana?" Franco, the blonde guy asked me.
I heaved a sigh and looked directly at them. They all were quiet as a lamb, waiting patiently and eagerly for me to start. A part of me was saying 'No, let the world read your sunshine story. Let them believe in the happy ending.' But I guess, I went for the other voice which asked me to confess.
"Ana… Are you okay?" My tranquility got broke by the question of Elsa. She had a worried look.
"Mmm… Yeah,sorry. Um-m I don't know how to say this but their is something I need to confess something about yours all favorite character… Verone Smith." I stopped to look at the expressions and as expected everyone had a hysterical look on their face. Without stopping, I continued, "Verone Smith was someone who is not just a character but someone real in my life…. I did not change his name in the book even because I couldn't."
"Who was he?" Cheryl asked.
The sounds of the honking outside, people talking, the city-lights at distance, the eight faces sitting curiously in front of me and all other minor or major details round me dazed out as once again I traveled back to that time.
27th March, 2017.
Time- 12:24 a.m.
A message request pinged up in my Instagram account. It was just a simple 'Hi'. The username was m_verone_643. The display picture was a drawing of a hunk man . At first I ignored but then I typed in "Hello" and from there it started. He was from Plymouth. He was into his father's business. Verone was different. He was nothing like the other boys on social sites who knew only flirting. He was someone else, whom I never met before. He was funny, caring, understanding and cocky at times. We had similar interests in songs, drawing and movies. He was very frank and I could talk to him about anything. He was my comfort zone which I never wanted to lose. Day by day, I started etching closer to him. His absence would make me go crazy. There was not a single minute I could stay without talking to him. It was impossible for me to stop thinking about him. I would talk non-stop about him to my best friends Stella, Nicole and Rebecca.
Verone was elder to me by four years. Our friendship grew strong day by day. As time passed, gradually I fell for him. I realized my intense love for him after six months of chatting with him and that too was pointed out by my best friends. The wavy black hair, deep brown eyes, tanned skin with well-sculpted figure made me fall for him eventually. He was a Greek God for me in every literal sense. My best friend Stella, chatted with him and came to know that he was not sure of his feelings. His past relationship completely put him off of the emotion called love. He was broke already and he was scared that this time it will break him more and he won't be able to take it. In a nutshell, he couldn't reciprocate my feelings.
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