The Truth

ELLE'S POV

I set my foot toward the restaurant. By wearing a knee-length black dress accented with flowers. With hair that I let down.

"Welcome, miss. Can I help you?" asked the man's servant to me.

"Yes, private room reservation in the name of Eric Fritzhart."

"All right, this way miss. Mr. Fritzhart is waiting for you inside." The servant escorted me to the elevator, then pressed the button to the highest floor of the building.

He then opened the door to the room. My eyes stared at the decoration and atmosphere of this room.

'Candle Light Dinner !!' I thought to myself.

The roses are on the table. Small candles arranged on the floor form "love". The smell from the room is so soothing. And the music of this song, "A thousand years". The song we often play together.

"Why are you doing all this, Rick!" I thought to myself.

I saw Eric look good in that suit.

"Hey Elle, you look gorgeous! Have a seat," he said while pulling a chair for me.

"Thank you!"

"Your welcome," he replied then sat in a chair right in front of me.

Then the waiter poured wine into our glasses.

"Cheers," Eric held up his glass.

"Cheers," I replied. Our two glasses clink.

"It turns out you still remember this song," I said then gulped down the wine.

"Of course, this is our song. How can I forget it? Never mind, let's eat first," he said.

We also eat without saying a word. Only the music is heard. After we finished eating, Eric suddenly put his hand on mine and then held it.

"Elle, I'm sorry for what happened 3 years ago." He gave me a look of regret.

"I've forgotten that, Rick," I said as I pulled my hand from his grasp.

"I left after graduation because I would have an arranged marriage with Alicia Yoke's daughter. Therefore I was asked to cut on everything related to you, Elle. Sorry, I'm sorry for never telling you about this." His eyes never turned away from me. Clearly visible regret of the rays of his eyes.

"Then why did you come back here again? Is it not enough for you to make my heart hurt to this day? Why are you also asking me tonight with a romantic atmosphere like this?" Those questions just came out of my mouth. I then got up from the chair and away from the chair dining table.

Slowly my tears fell unstoppable, wet these cheeks. All the emotions and big question marks that have been haunting me just like that.

I feel Eric hugging me. Feels so comfortable and peaceful. Slowly the anger subsided into a feeling of longing for his arms and grip.

"Elle, I'm sorry. I don't mean to hurt you anymore. I'm sorry if my actions hurt you so much. I came back because I love you, Elle, really loves you very much. I want to fix everything, Elle. I want to go back with you." He hugged me tightly then wiped my tears.

"I can't Rick. Honestly, I still love you. Besides, you're engaged, right. I don't want to be a destroyer of people's relations. Thanks for dinner. Goodbye, Rick!" I said as I left it.

"I refused the engagement on the day of my engagement Elle," he shouted at me.

I quickly stepped into the elevator followed by Christian. Then suddenly I fell.

"Are you alright miss?" Christian asked me, helping me up.

"I'm fine," I say, trying to stand up.

"Aww !!" I shouted.

I sprained my ankle.

"Sorry miss, I did this, you sprained your feet," he said while carrying me in a Bridal style.

Of course, I was quite surprised when Chris carried me. I could clearly stare at his stern face. I was quite hypnotized by his gaze.

'Why am I so excited,' I thought.

All pairs of eyes are watching us both. How not, when reaching the ground floor, 2 other bodyguards were waiting beside the elevator.

----- Arriving at the palace -----

I entered my room and immediately locked the door tightly. I reopened the album. The album that contains my memories with him.

AUTHOR'S POV

After dinner, that night, Elle's heart ached as if a healing wound had reopened. Scratched by old memories. Arriving at the palace Elle locked herself in a room. Reopening the album, an album that contains all the memories with Eric. Slowly the tears back down her cheeks. Then she wrote down all the feelings in a notebook.

In this quiet space, I scream.

Screaming in my tears.

Remembering the way you left me.

Leaving without leaving a word.

You come back.

Like a knife scraping a wound.

Grab back my fingers.

Trying again to hold it.

It gives me comfort while scratching the wound.

Feelings of pleasure and sadness blend into one.

Glad to see you back.

Sad to remember you left me.

Do you know how ruined I am?

How sick I am.

How down on me.

This wound still exists.

Slowly try to recover.

~ Elle ~

After finishing writing the poem, Elle fell asleep on her desk while still holding a pen.

CHRISTIAN'S POV

Elle looked so beautiful in the dress but her expression looked worried and upset.

"Welcome, miss. Can I help you?" Asked the waiter to Elle.

"Yes, private room reservation in the name of Eric Fritzhart.", Elle answered her.

"All right, this way miss. Mr. Fritzhart is waiting for you inside," the servant said to Elle. Then drive us to Mr. Fritzhart is.

I guarded outside the room's door. For 1-hour things looked fine. Until the door opened and Elle immediately ran towards the elevator. When entering the elevator, Elle suddenly fell.

"Are you okay miss?" I asked as he helped him up.

"I'm fine," Elle said, trying to stand up.

"Aww !!", Elle cried out in pain.

Quickly, I just carried Elle in bridal style.

"Sorry miss, I did this, sprained your leg.", I said.

Elle then put her hand on my neck. I can clearly see the cry. Water that wet her face. What happened between the two of them. I wanted to wipe away the tears.

During the trip, Elle's gaze looked blank. I was very worried about her. This worry is not as usual.

'Am I starting to love her?' I asked myself.

'What do you think of Chriss, she's a princess. How did you start liking her ? "said another side of me.