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.

with

thought Uncle James wasn't capable of sorrow. He was the man people went to when they wished

was one of the reasons why people admired him

she admired him. He was still

guard down, wiped his eyes

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

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

mood. He clenched his fists and

had been silly to worship this

going to think if you leave?" He spoke in a cold, hard voice. He looked at

not wanting to create a scene,

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

go of Jacob and narrowed his eyes. At this

heavily. He understood James had made up his mind. Nothing would

this determination was the sole reason he

words. His stubbornness wouldn't allow him

that if he left, Jacob wouldn't meet him

respected all his life was abandoning him! He growled with barely

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

as a shock to James. Even Sara trembled a little. As far as she could remember, Jacob had never raised his voice in front of James. He was someone that he treated with the utmost respect.

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

end, she remained silent, not wanting

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

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

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

had been

admitted, "You are right, Jacob! I have been a coward all my life. But