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.

were glistening with

as she could remember, 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

the reasons why people admired

said, even now she admired him. He was still a strong man and such people never

down, wiped his eyes with the back

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

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

clenched his fists and stood straight. He was overcome by a wave of anger.

worship this

know what I am going to think if

not wanting to create a scene, he spoke in a low voice. In spite of this, there was an edge in

I choose to leave because I am afraid that you will blame me. This is as hard for me as it is

go of Jacob and narrowed his eyes. At this moment, he

understood James had made up his

this determination was the sole reason he confessed

words. His stubbornness wouldn't

left, Jacob wouldn't meet him again. At this

respected all his life was abandoning him! He

a coward! Will your departure change anything? No, it won't! Nothing is going

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

him. She had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen. She wished to speak but for some reason, words

not wanting to cause further trouble for

more and more complicated. Her interference would do no good.

though his straightforward way of addressing the issue caused him embarrassment, James couldn't help but secretly admire him for his bravery.

had an innate ability that helped them confess what they felt using a few words. Jacob was one such person. On one hand, James was happy. On the other hand, he felt uneasy at

been uttered was true.

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