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.

noticed James's eyes were glistening with tears. She was shocked. This man was the epitome of

managed to remain calm during any sort of adversity. She had thought Uncle James wasn't capable

of the reasons why people admired him so

she admired him. He was still a strong man and such people never

had almost left his guard down, wiped his eyes with

said, trying to sound cheerful. Jacob, on the other hand, looked at his hands. They were wide and strong.

are my father's hands, ' he thought to himself, once again on the verge of tears. His

sudden shift in his mood. He clenched his fists and stood straight. He

to worship this man. He was

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

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

you can't expect perfection from people. We are 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 for me

his eyes. At this moment,

James had made up his mind. Nothing would dissuade him from

the sole reason he confessed the truth to

also knew James was a man of his words.

if he left, Jacob wouldn't meet him again. At

respected all his life was abandoning him!

change anything? No, it won't! Nothing is going to change. Don't think escaping a problem is a

trembled a little. As far as she could remember, Jacob had never raised his voice in front of James. He was someone that he

him lose it, Sara couldn't help but 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

remained silent, not wanting to cause

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

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

been uttered was true.

all my life. But there is nothing