Chapter 7 How Could I Have Been So Blind

Tatiana's Point of View

As I stumbled out of Scott's villa, the night sky seemed to sympathize with my plight, its vast expanse opening up to release a torrent of rain that mingled indistinguishably with my tears. The cold droplets splashed against my face, but they felt warm compared to the ice that had settled in my heart. My tears flowed freely, each one a carrier of the deep, piercing pain that sliced through my being.

With each step away from the place I once thought of as a sanctuary, the cold seeped deeper into my bones, mingling with the chill that had taken hold of my heart.

"Why did I ever fall in love with you, Scott?" I muttered under my breath, each word punctuated by a shudder that tore through my soaked frame. The rain was relentless, as if the heavens themselves were enraged on my behalf, unleashing their fury upon the earth. I walked aimlessly, my vision blurred not just by the downpour but by the ceaseless tears that streamed down my face.

The trust I had placed in him, the love I had nurtured-were they all for naught? The man I had envisioned as my future, my partner for life, had dismantled those dreams with such cold dispassion, it left my spirit reeling.

"How could I be so blind? How could I not see the lies, the deceit?" The questions circled in my mind like vultures over a dying prey. With each step, the puddles beneath my feet seemed to echo the chaos swirling inside me. The cold bit into my skin, the wind lashed out like accusations against my raw emotions.

My heart ached unbearably. The pain was palpable, like a living entity within me feeding off my misery. "You swore you loved me, Scott. Was it all just a cruel game to you?" The betrayal gnawed at my soul, leaving me feeling hollow inside. I cursed aloud, my voice lost in the howl of the storm. "Damn you, Scott! Damn you for doing this to me!"

Tears melded with the downpour, streaming unchecked down my face. My heart ached so fiercely it felt as though it might burst. The betrayal wasn't just a loss of love; it was a loss of faith, of hope, of everything that had once seemed certain. "How could you?" I gasped out to the uncaring storm, each word punctuated by sobs that wracked my body. "I loved you more than I loved myself. How could you throw that away?"

The street lights flickered above, casting eerie shadows that danced mockingly around me. Each shadow seemed like a specter of my shattered dreams, taunting me with what could have been. The reality was too harsh, too cruel to bear. I had given him everything, my heart, my trust, my future. And in return, he had given me nothing but pain and humiliation.

As I walked, my steps grew heavier, my body feeling as though it were carrying the weight of the world. The cold seeped through my clothes, chilling me to the bone, but it was nothing compared to the coldness I felt inside. The realization that the man I loved, the man I had planned to spend my life with, had discarded me so easily was unbearable.

I stumbled forward, my legs heavy with exhaustion and despair. The street stretched endlessly before me, its familiar contours blurred and distorted through the curtain of rain and tears. My mind replayed every moment, every glance, every touch between Scott and Katrina. Each image was a knife, each moment a betrayal anew.

"I gave you everything," I cried into the storm, my voice breaking. "Was it all just lies? Was I just a fool?" The questions spun in my head, each one a dizzying punch that left me weaker. The hurt was so profound, so all-consuming, I could scarcely breathe. It felt as though the very air around me was poisoned with the ghost of his deceit.

I should have seen the signs. The late nights, the missed calls, the subtle shifts in his tone. But love had blinded me, had made me deaf to the whispers of doubt that might have saved me from this agony. Now, those whispers were screams in the echoing emptiness of my heart.

"I should have listened. I should have seen the signs," I whispered to myself, regret saturating each syllable. Memories of our time together flashed before my eyes, each one now tainted with the stain of his betrayal. The laughter we had shared, the promises made in the quiet of the night-all hollow echoes of a love that had never truly exist. The realization that he had never truly been mine was a weight too heavy to bear.

As I walked, the rain never relenting, I realized there was no going back-not just to Scott, but to the person I was before. That Tatiana, who smiled easily and loved fully, was as lost to me now as the warmth of summer sun. In its place was a shell, hollowed out by betrayal, its cracks filled with icy despair.

My steps led me nowhere, and yet I couldn't stop. Stopping meant thinking, feeling, and I feared that if I allowed the full measure of my heartbreak to overtake me, I would shatter completely. The cold had seeped through my clothing, through my skin, settling into the very marrow of my bones. But it was nothing, nothing compared to the ice that encased my heart.

"I just wanted to love, and be loved," I whispered to no one, to the uncaring wind and the relentless rain. "Was that too much to ask?" The enormity of my solitude was crushing. I was adrift in a sea of pain, each wave of realization that he was truly gone, that he had chosen her, pulling me further under.

With each step, the pain grew, not just emotional but physical, as my body began to protest against the cold and the exertion. Yet, I couldn't stop moving. The thought of standing still, of letting the reality of my heartbreak engulf me completely, was too terrifying. So, I walked on, the rain and my tears indistinguishable, both washing over me, trying in vain to cleanse the deep wound left in my heart.

The cold, relentless rain continues to pour down as I wander aimlessly through the empty streets, my mind a whirlpool of betrayal and heartache. Every step is a reminder of the life I thought I had, the love I believed was mine. The tears come easily now, unbidden and unstoppable, streaming down my face as if they too seek escape from the torment within.

Memories surge like waves, each one crashing over me with unbearable force. I remember the days spent with Scott, how his smile could light up the darkest moments, how his touch seemed to promise forever. We had built a world together, one filled with dreams and whispered secrets, laughter echoing through the rooms of our shared life. How could I have been so blind? How did I not see the lies hidden behind those loving eyes?

And Katrina-my confidante, my friend. We shared everything, or so I thought. Our countless conversations, cups of coffee in hand, laughter spilling over the trivialities of daily life... How could she betray me? Each memory now feels like a deception, a meticulously crafted facade to cover the truth of her intentions. The pain of her betrayal somehow cuts deeper because it was not just the love of Scott I lost, but the trust in a friendship I valued beyond measure.

"Why? Why did you do this to me, Katrina?" I mutter to the uncaring night, my voice choked with sobs. "Wasn't I a good friend? Didn't I always listen, always care?" My questions dissolve into the rain, unanswered, leaving a bitter taste of abandonment.