Ex-wife, Please Come Back

As Jacob became older, his fear of loss magnified. Who wasn't afraid of losing all they had? Jacob had only a handful of people in his life. If James left him, it would undoubtedly be a big blow.

As he sank into this melancholy thought, a hand touched his shoulder. Jacob realized it was a strong hand and there was no way it belonged to Sara.

Sara gaped in surprise. It was James. He had come back!

"I went to make changes with my flight reservation. It's bustling with people out there. In that noisy surrounding, I didn't hear my phone ring," James explained, his face eerily calm.

He had dwelt on these sad thoughts for too long. Now he was calm as a millpond. He had come to terms with this parting.

"Uncle James..." Jacob's voice came as a sob. "I thought I would never see you again," he added.

The next second he embraced James. 'These are my father's arms, ' he thought to himself, welling up with emotions.

Jacob was on the verge of tears but somehow managed to suppress them. He remembered that James had told him that real men don't cry.

The two grown men remained embracing each other. Lots of people stopped to watch them.

Jacob, however, felt no embarrassment. He simply hugged James, praying he wouldn't leave him.

Just the thought of being parted from him ached his heart. His dependence on James wasn't something that had formed overnight.

He loved this man even when he was a child. In fact, he always dreamed of growing up and becoming like him. It was a dream that seemed quite hard to achieve. However, with years of hard work, Jacob had become like his beloved Uncle James.

But now, he couldn't care less about any success. If the price of his success was to lose James, then he wished he had been oblivious of the truth.

He couldn't stand being separated from James. To keep him here, Jacob was willing to pretend like nothing had happened.

But James was dead set on leaving. Because of the difference, Jacob had never been more terrified in his life.

watching everything, noticed James's eyes were glistening with tears. She

he managed to remain calm during any sort of adversity. She had thought Uncle James wasn't capable of sorrow. He was the man people went to when they wished to be

of the reasons why people admired him so

was still a

down, wiped his eyes with the back of his

to be alright, Jacob. You will get over it. Trust me," James said, trying to sound cheerful. Jacob, on the other hand, looked at his hands. They

he thought to himself, once again on the verge of tears. His sorrow was too strong that

his fists and stood straight.

told himself he had been silly to worship this man. He was

James, do you know what I am going to think if you leave?" He spoke

public place, Jacob would have screamed. However, not wanting to create a scene, he spoke in a low voice. In spite of this, there was an edge in

all flawed. And yes, I admit I am a coward. I choose to leave because I am afraid that you will blame me. This is as hard

narrowed his eyes. At this moment, he looked a lot older

had made up his mind. Nothing

sole reason

words. His stubbornness wouldn't

wouldn't meet him again. At this thought, his heart ached

life was abandoning him! He

Nothing is going to change. Don't think escaping a problem is a way

shock to James. Even Sara trembled a little. As far as she could remember, Jacob had never raised his

gape at him. She had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen. She

remained silent, not wanting to cause further trouble for Jacob.

even more and more complicated. Her interference would do no

and hit the nail on the head. Even though his straightforward way of addressing the issue caused him embarrassment, James couldn't help but secretly

a few words. Jacob was one such person. On one

word that had been uttered was

face and admitted, "You are right, Jacob! I have been a coward all my life. But there is nothing I can do to change