How could the man she used to spend her days with became a stranger in just one snap?
How could the woman he used to kiss at night and cuddle at sleep became a person he’s just going to pass in the street?
It all goes back to the top. When the first time they glanced at each other’s eyes, they didn’t know each other well. And now, it all happened again. Zach furrowed his eyebrows, darting his eyes somewhere. He was the first one to back out. Zach couldn’t stand Sam’s empty eyes at him. It was what she usually glimpsed at him.
It was how fast the day changes. How fast the stars disappeared at night whenever the sun rises. How fast the sunset began.
Sam didn’t even convey a single word and just flapped back the papers in the clipboard. She breathed, her eyes looking straight ahead. Zach didn’t even move an inch, and why does Sam cared? It’s lunchtime. They always run up each other in between of works when 12 o’clock hit the clock.
Sam reached his side, and that’s when he called out.
“Wait.” Her heart pounded louder. The full bucket of ice washed everything in her body. Her body became an ice sculpture. Sam didn’t know if she can move her feet along. Zach breathed, his chest tightening. Regrets filled his mind, and that’s when he realized Stacy didn’t even matter to him. He loves Sam, he do love her.
Shifting his eyes to her, the tears filled up his eyes. Sam stayed there like a statue. Zach couldn’t accept everything has changed. Sam waited for him to say anything.
“Did you sleep well?” He found his voice, recognizing it as his agonized, desperate one. The words croaked out, filled with hatred and devastation. It must have struck Sam’s heart. Zach stared at her face, wishing he can caress it. It was such a tormenting cold war.
Sam didn’t understand his question. She slowly averted her eyes, meeting his. Why does this time, they have to be alone in the hanging bridge, when it’s already lunchtime? Sam must have overlooked the time in her watch. Zach must have taken an early lunch.
Sam breathed out, retorting, “Why are you asking me that?”
Zach wanted to hitch her waist and hug her. He wanted to do everything to her. She just realized it now. Zach was a fool to fall for Stacy’s trap. He should have been more faithful to Sam.
Glaring at Zach, she waited for an answer. He’s taking up too much of her time. Zach hitched his breath, uttering, “I’m just asking you if you slept well. I know you always took up a lot of hours before finally dozing off.”
“You don’t care about that now, Zach, please. Can you stop being worried about me?” It’s broken. Nothing can mend it again. How can Zach even think it’s going to be easy? The trust Sam she had given to Zach got shattered. He stood there, his eyes desperate clinging her back. Sam shook her head, giving the heads-up she’ll never do it again.
“You don’t have to ask me about how I’ve been doing, how my day has been, or if I have been in a rough time. Everything is gone between us, Zach, let’s face it. Nothing will be the same again.” It hurts to see the person you usually talked about everything became a stranger again, like the first time. It’s like passing that person along the street, looking down, and when you both disappear round the corner…you would realize how you know everything about them.
“Can we not look at each other’s eyes whenever we pass each other here? Let’s make that a deal, alright?” Sam was the one wrapping it up. Zach looked down, and there’s nothing he could do. Sam’s things were still inside their house. It sounded too hard, but they will keep moving on as the day passed by.
“I don’t need an explanation from you. You don’t have to, just save it. It’s clear on my eyes Stacy and you have a connection with each other. I even slapped her in front of you in OUR house, right? Zach… You don’t have to defend yourself now. Everything ended between us, Zach.” It all came back to start, where he started pursuing Sam’s answer to his courtship. Those times he kept on wooing her, kept on showing how much he love her, and that he’d not let her go until she said yes.
What happened after a decade?
Zach didn’t respond, and just look at her.
Sam’s eyes filled with tears. Taking a step back, she gritted her teeth, and gripped the clipboard. Sam mumbled, “I’ll get my things first thing this evening. It will be good to move out, too, or sell the house. You can sell the house if you want.”
After that, she turned her heel around, leaving him alone.
Sam closed the door. The lights were on. Zach must have come home earlier than she does. Sam stood at her car’s side, looking at their house. She used to come here with a smile plastered in her lips. Nothing beats the bonding between them when the night comes. It was all hugs, kisses, and the things they both do when they’re alone. Sam just smiled whenever she had a peaceful sleep with Zach’s arm around her waist.
It was the best feeling ever.
But now, it changed.
Sam slipped in the keys inside her pockets. She tucked in her hands inside her pockets, and tied up the ribbon of her hoodie. Reaching the door, she rang the bell. Sam waited for it to open, and it hastily did. Zach was still in his office attire, and Sam didn’t scrutinize it more. She used to nag Zach about wearing off his office attire. It might carry infectious diseases inside their house. Sam cleared her throat, coming inside without a word. Zach closed the door. The beeps of the door lock synchronize the keypads. Sam went inside the house, wearing off her sandals.
Zach followed her silently. She shuffled, reaching the bedroom hastily. Opening up the door, Zach stayed by the kitchen door frame and stared inside. Sam swiftly retrieved the luggage underneath their bed, and didn’t even convey a word. The silence succumb them, and it was too tormenting to begin with.
Sam didn’t care at all. Opening the closet, she took a deep breath first. Sam threw in everything inside the luggage. She was way too reckless with her every move. Sam just wanted to leave here and don’t leave any traces at all. She can feel Zach’s eyes on her. Sam opened the lower cabinet, throwing in the underwear and socks on top of the pile, leaving Sean’s clothes.
“Did you say everything to your mom?” Sam stopped from hustling her clothes, and realized her question was way too personal. She chuckled quietly, and didn’t even respond. Zach leaned on the door frame, wondering how he can initiate a conversation with her. Sam continued to empty the other side of the closet, and when she has finished, she retrieved her bags.
“What?” her tone was furious.
“I’m asking a question. Can you please just answer even a word?” Zach felt disregarded. This might be the pain Sam was talking about. Zach being an outcast to her life now, and it was unbearable. Sam turned her heel around, placing the bags in the luggage, and creased her forehead.
“Why would I? Let me clear things up, Zach. We’re both strangers again. Both of us didn’t share a special connection anymore, and I wanted you to take a step back on the line, alright? It might be good for us to do that.” Sam diffused the conversation just as it started. She turned back to packing up the things, and ignored Zach for as long as she could.
Rolling down the luggage in their pavement, it was way too heavy. Zach tried to help her, but she refused it. “No, I don’t need your help,” she reckoned.
Zach halted at the middle of the road. Sam turned to him, looking at his eyes. He doesn’t feel anything at all. It was such a hard drought to surpass on, and he doesn’t have anything to let Sam back in his arms. Sam sighed, smiling sarcastically, and uttered, “Sell the house and make sure you send half the money to me. You will have a good buyer in the house. It’s such a good place to hang with.”
All she cared was selling the house full of their memories, is it? That must be what pain can hold you against. Zach clicked his tongue at the floor of his mouth, and looked at the other way. Sam waited for his response. She didn’t care about the house anymore, she just wished he’d split it for them.
“Are you sure you’re going to sell the house?” Raising her eyebrows, she scoffed. She understood how hard it was to sell the house, but there’s nothing Sam could do but to erase it.
“What’s the point of living there anymore, Zach? You have done an action that is unforgivable. Let’s just say those memories are in need to throw away. Just believe that.”
Yet, the moment she turned her heel around after buying some coffee, Zach was behind her. She nearly bumped in his chest, holding the coffee steadily. Sam was wearing a cap, and Zach recognized it at once. Sam cleared her throat, pretending he was a stranger, and walked away. Zach didn’t have anything to say and just step forward. It’s nothing to get bothered about. Zach composed himself, and ordered something fast. The barista said he’ll have to wait for a few moments for his coffee. Zach paid at the counter. He was about to chase Sam but she went out of the shop hastily. Zach stood there, sighing. His heart lost a half of it, making him numb, something that is unusual for him. But he stayed strong no matter what. Like a rose wilted inside his heart, he stayed as courageous as he can outside. Of course, Sam wouldn’t be grateful of what happened last time. Who was Zach in her life again? He was once her savior. And it has something to do wit
“I just have some handouts here to bring to the drama department for the trainees. The instructor said to bring it before their duty ends.” Zach couldn’t contain the fear. That time, 11 years ago, wasn’t supposed to leave his mind until now. Zach weren’t a man if he ever made her cry, and it proved one thing for Ethan. It’s such a shame for him to stand at the same bridge as him.“Oh, that sounds great. Are you delivering it yourself?” Ethan wasn’t bringing up the subject at all. It made Zach intimidated. Something about his words meant he doesn’t even care about Zach at all. Sam got betrayed by no other than his longtime boyfriend.“Yeah, Ethan.”“Carry on. I still have some work to do. Good thing we ran at each other. And… I wanted to invite you for dinner later. Top stars, including producers and directors, have a little gathering over there.” Ethan ga
11 years ago.Stacy got called to the office for the supposed theft inside the classroom. She looked down, clutching her hands together, all sweaty and nervous. The teacher prepared some documents in her table, and saw Stacy fiddling with her hands. Her jaw clenched, she looked up to their professor, and the teacher approached her.Sitting down across from her table, Stacy looked up. Ms. Shawn uttered, “I’m sorry, you are the one your classmates are pointing at, so we don’t have a choice but to let you here.”Stacy was flabbergasted. She’s shocked, asking, “Why me? Why does it have to be me?”Ms. Shawn pushed a paper in front of her, and Stacy recognized the phone. She looked at it, trying not to get flustered, but she still did. Swallowing hard, Stacy cleared her throat. She’s careful not to get expelled even if it’s one day. The pressure inside their family was unbearable. She
Sam stopped from typing in her keyboard as she felt a stabbing pain in her chest. She slouched all the time, and that twisted pain came from her sitting position. Sam leaned on the swiveling chair, checking her teammates, and they’re still working. She stretched the back of her neck, tilting it on both sides, and closing her eyes for a moment, tired.The telephone in her desk rang, and it bewildered her. Who would call her in the middle of her last-hour shift? Sam picked it up, and placed it on her ears. Her officemates have gone back to typing, and she wrote something in her clipboard.“Hello, this is Ms. Samantha Lee. What can I do for you?”…She ran in the hallway. It has been two hours that passed after Zach got delivered to the ambulance. His car accident notified her right away through a phone call 10 minutes ago. Sam left the office without saying goodbye, reached her speed limit, drove the car away even if it&
Stacy reached out to Zach’s hands and held it. She planted a soft kiss in it, sighing. It has been a month since they officially became a couple after Sam broke up with him. 10 years is not a joke. Sam might be his flame for a decade, but everything changes after a second. Stacy needed to ignite that passion again. But first, she must know Zach’s condition. It isn’t going to be good. Stacy stared at the nasal cannula propped up in his nostrils. A dressing wrapped his head. Bruises were all over his arms, probably because of the car hit.Stacy was anxious. She couldn’t sleep a wink. Stacy wanted to rest, but her cell phone rang. It was Ethan, calling her in the middle of the night. Stacy answered it, went to the door, and secured it. “Hello? What can I do for you this midnight?”“The news spread fast. What happened to Zach?”“He got into a car accident. Hit by a car. He’s still unconsci
Sam briefed her teammates about the approach they had to make on their next show. It has been a month after the director contacted them as the writer for their next dramas. It was overwhelming to talk about, especially if they’re doing some reruns for the past few months.Sam liked to have an interval with the dramas she made along with her team. A month apart would do, since she does multiple dramas at once. It’s not always the head writer who came up with such unique ideas or even strong characters. Sam built those dramas with their heads, and she didn’t want to take the full credit of it all.She always fascinated to do a crime movie or series, and Sam was plotting it this month. By the end of the year, 6 of her dramas were going to get released in the national television. It’s how she loves her job. She liked to keep it real and make money out of her talent.As her cell phone rang in the table, her teammates stretche
She had a lot of memories to erase. Sam wanted to walk out of Zach’s life, but she kept on getting entangled with his existence. Today, she’s here, outside of his room, asking how he’s been, yet she doesn’t have the right to do that anymore. With Stacy’s words, does she deserve to wipe her existence out of Zach’s mind?“I’d agree with you. If I were me, I would despise myself on loving someone like him. Zach’s proven to be a cheater, someone who is unfaithful from their words. He wanted to have a good time to someone else, and it was me. Fortunate enough you know me.” Stacy was such a bitch to say that in front of her. She stood up from the bench, turning to Sam.“You know me, Sam. I liked Sean since then. I wanted to confess to him, but I couldn’t do it. I resisted of breaking your relationship with him. I controlled myself, even though I want to avert my attention to someone else.&rdq
Present time.“Not that long, but I can still remember how long he stayed under the rain.” Stacy rested her hands upon her lap, thinking of how the conversation should be. Sam didn’t even retaliate in every detail she said. Stacy has completely said anything, and she hadn’t left out any single thing. Sam wanted to listen further…“It’s hard to say how we got connected with each other after that scene, but it happened. He was inside my life before I can even stop,” Stacy added. Sam hadn’t been that clueless upon Zach’s willingness to break up with her. Zach showed a different side of him after 10 years, and look where it got them.He’s a two-sided man who wanted two women in her life. Two women she can use.It’s better to start a new life without him.“I’ve been keeping an eye to Zach for a very long time. I never wanted to be near him,