Love That Wasn't Meant to Last

Chapter 7

I had a dream that night.

"Selena will marry Hudson, and they'll be together forever and ever."

"I, Selena Norman, swear that I'll only love Hudson for the rest of my life."

"Hud, being with you is the greatest blessing of my life."

Dreams were strange things-they could bring joy or pain, and sometimes, they cruelly reminded you of everything you had lost. I could not quite explain this feeling, but that was exactly where I found myself at that moment.

When I woke up, I stared at the empty ceiling, feeling lost and confused. The memories of our happy moments still echoed in my mind, but Selena had destroyed it all with her own hands. A wave of sadness washed over me, and tears rolled down my face.

Why did Selena have to be the one who pursued me first? She promised to love me forever and swore she would only love me. Yet, she was the one who broke her words.

"Selena, I hate you," I thought to myself. "But I hate myself more for still thinking about you."

Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I buried my face in my knees. Maybe crying would help ease the pain. After all, my world would not stop turning just because one person left. Surely, I could still find a way to be okay on my own.

As I wallowed in my emotions, a woman's voice suddenly broke through."Hudson, you're finally awake."

washing away my misery and replacing it with

wavy hair and stunning

she looked surprised, her shock evident on her

How could I tell her I was crying over my

before she, too, fell silent. With both of

an unfamiliar place, covered by a thin

did I end up here? Where am I?" I asked, confused. My head was pounding, and I could not remember anything

winced in pain. She handed me a

last night and passed out at the bar counter. I was worried about leaving you there, but I didn't

visibly red as she hurriedly added, "Hudson, don't worry-nothing happened between

now after divorcing Selena, and while I'd like to pursue you, I'm still

and believed her when she said nothing had happened. It was a relief that

Sylvia Zanderson, a former classmate

teammates. I was not

even a bit doubtful if she was telling the truth about us

really don't remember me at all, do you? I guess that's fair. I was pretty ordinary in college and barely spoke to you, so it's

her, but I found

time, I frowned, feeling an odd sense of