He knew there had been a time when she awaited his regret and return, believing he would eventually come back to their shared home.
But he never did, not through all those years.
Her decision to move on was understandable.
Now, he questioned his right to feel upset.
Preparing to pack for Acoiclya, Leonel felt an unbearable ache in his heart.
Memories of his traumatic childhood, witnessing his motherâs tragic end, weighed heavily on him.
He had learned to live with repression.
To Leonel, Alexis had been a beacon of light in his life, but its intensity had once seemed too glaring, prompting him to shut it out.
Now, longing for that very light, he realized Alexis was no longer willing to bestow it upon him.
Clutching his chest, Leonel felt a deep pang of pain.
As he grappled with these thoughts, a sudden knock at the door jolted him back to the present.
Leonel went to open the door and saw Waylen standing there.
âMr.
Fowler.
â
Waylen glanced at him.
He walked in at a deliberate pace, stooped over to retrieve the passport from the sofa, and commented, âYou just returned a few days ago, and now youâre departing again, huh?â
Leonel affirmed, âYes, Iâm planning to.
â
Waylen thumbed through the passport and casually probed, âIs it because of Alexis?â
To that question, Leonel had no response ready.
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After a contemplative pause, he eventually confided, âNo, itâs my fault.
â
âOf course, itâs your fault!â
Waylen retraced his steps to the door, closing it behind him before turning to confront Leonel.
âYou charted the course of your life too early.
Why donât you simply explore the world more and think carefully before making big decisions? Now, look where it has led you.
Youâre fully responsible for what had turned out between you and Alexis!â
Such matters always weighed heavily on a father.
After all, Leonel was akin to a son, a lad he had seen grow up into a man.