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.

James's eyes were glistening with tears. She was shocked. This man

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

was one of the reasons why people admired him so much.

was still a strong man and such people never lacked

guard down, wiped his eyes with the

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

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

sudden shift in his mood. He clenched his fists and stood straight. He was overcome by a wave of anger.

been silly to worship this man. He was nothing but

what I am going to think if you leave?" He spoke in a cold,

Jacob would have screamed. However, not wanting to create a scene, he spoke in a low voice. In

people. We are all flawed. And yes, I admit I am a coward. I choose to leave because I am afraid that you will

this moment, he looked

had made up his mind.

reason he confessed the truth

was a man of his words. His stubbornness wouldn't allow him

certain that if he left, Jacob wouldn't meet him again. At this thought,

had respected all his life was abandoning him! He

are nothing but a coward! Will your departure change anything? No, it won't! Nothing is going to change. Don't think escaping a problem is a way

as she could remember, Jacob had never raised his voice in front of James. He

gape at him. She had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen. She wished to speak but for some reason, words wouldn't come out

this end, she remained silent, not wanting to cause further trouble for

situation was getting even more and more complicated. Her interference would do no

chase 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 admire him

they felt using a few words. Jacob was one such person. On one hand, James was happy. On the other hand, he felt

had been

been a coward all my life. But there is nothing I can do to change that. It is who I