My Guardian's Kiss, A Bitter Sweet Goodbye
For ten years, I lived with my guardian, Cole, secretly loving him. He was my late brother's best friend, the man I had worshipped since I was eight.
On my eighteenth birthday, I confessed my love with a painting. He ripped it to shreds, roaring, "I am your guardian, for God's sake!" He called my love a pathetic fantasy.
Two months later, he was engaged. He forgot I had a deadly allergy to the mango dessert his fiancée offered me.
Then, one night, he stumbled home drunk, pinned me to my bed, and kissed me while murmuring his fiancée's name. The next morning, he looked at me with disgust.
"What are you doing in my bed, Cora?"
My world shattered. The man who had spoiled me rotten, who promised to protect me forever, now saw me as disgusting and delusional. My decade of devotion had only burned me.
But his cruelty was the final push I needed. I accepted a full scholarship to Juilliard, a one-way ticket out. On his birthday, I packed my bags, deleted his number, and walked out of his life forever. I would never look back.
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Chapter 5
Cora POV:
For the next few days, I stayed mostly in my room. Cole and Isabela were often out, sometimes not coming home until late. I found myself growing accustomed to their absence, to the quiet solitude of the house. I no longer cared where they went or what they did. My world was shrinking, but it was also preparing for a massive expansion.
Sunday arrived, and with it, the high school graduation party. One of my classmates handed me a drink, a fruity concoction that I barely tasted. This was a toast to my past, a farewell to the version of myself I was leaving behind.
After one drink, my head felt swimmy. I excused myself and stepped out into the hallway, needing air. Through the glass wall of the banquet room, I could see Cole. He was surrounded by a group of former teachers and parents, his charm on full display.
I forced myself to look away. But then I heard snippets of conversation from inside the room. "Can you believe Cole's engaged?" "And Cora, what's she going to do now? Still living with him?"
Then, his voice. Cold. Familiar. "Cora is an adult now. Her affairs are no longer my concern."
I stood frozen, head bowed, muttering to myself. "Yes. I am an adult. And Cole Wilson is no longer my concern."
I walked to the window, letting the cool breeze clear my head, then splashed cold water on my face in the restroom. When I emerged, slightly steadier, I collided with him. Cole. He was leaning against the wall, a whiskey glass in his hand, his eyes slightly glazed. Our eyes met.
"Cole, darling, are you quite alright?" Isabela's sweet voice broke the tension. She appeared from around the corner, her arm instantly wrapping around his. "You've had too much to drink."
Cole didn't answer me. He just looked at Isabela, a soft smile gracing his lips. He kissed her forehead tenderly, then swept her into his arms, carrying her easily. "Let's go home, my love."
I watched them disappear, my body rooted to the spot. It felt like an eternity. A classmate walked up to me, concern in her eyes. "Cora? Are you crying?"
I forced a laugh, wiping my eyes. "No, just got an eyelash in my eye."
She sighed, a sad sound. "I always thought Cole would protect you forever. He was so good to you. Remember how he always said you were his little princess, and he'd never let anything hurt you?"
My heart felt heavy, a cold stone in my chest. "We both have our own lives now," I said, the words tasting like ash. "We can't be tied together forever."
"Still," she mused, "I always thought you two would... you know. He always seemed like your boyfriend, not just your guardian."
My eyes stung again, but I didn't let the tears fall. Maybe some bonds are just destined to be temporary. He was my guardian, and I was his ward. Nothing more.
The party ended. As I stepped outside, the rain had started again. Cole and Isabela were waiting by a sleek black car. Cole's jaw was tight. "Cora, where have you been? It's late. You're becoming increasingly irresponsible."
Isabela gently squeezed his arm. "Darling, don't be so harsh. She's just having fun. Besides," she turned to me, a syrupy smile on her face, "you have Cole to protect you now, don't you? And soon, you'll have a boyfriend of your own, to protect you from the rain."
I walked behind them, head bowed. The rain intensified. Cole opened the car door for Isabela, holding the umbrella over her. The umbrella tilted, sheltering her completely, leaving his own shoulder exposed to the cold drops.
He used to do that for me. I remembered him always tilting the umbrella so I wouldn't get a single drop on me. "You're my delicate rose, Cora," he'd said. "You mustn't get wet."
A cold drop landed on my white dress, seeping through the fabric, chilling me to the bone. I looked up at the sky, letting the rain wash over my face. I was no longer his delicate rose. I would be my own sunflower, strong and resilient, reaching for the sun on my own.