Twaine's Point of View :I just got home from school when I caught up with Kyle who looked troubled. He was staring at his laptop while his forehead was furrowed. He seems to have a problem. I slowly climbed into my room. He was thinking a lot and I had no idea what it was. He didn't even feel my presence. I laid down on the mini table here in my room the three books I had brought from school. I also hung my handbag on my hanger before I took off my uniform and dressed for home. I wore pajamas and a white shirt. Because Kyle doesn't want me to wear shorts even here at home, maybe he can't help it seeing me wearing sexy clothes—you know what I mean. After I got dressed I went downstairs. I still caught up with Kyle in that position. His forehead was still furrowed as he stared at his laptop. "Wifey, there you go." He said while smiling at me. "If you smile now, you don't seem to have a problem, right? What is it that your forehead is frowning at?" I ask him as I fetch water from
Twaine's Point of View :I am currently sitting here in one of our university bleachers while waiting for my two friends. Jeremy and Ana. They were called to the Dean's office for a while. "Thinking of me?" A familiar voice spoke from behind me. Wait, what it is again? Thinking of him? "Wow! What a courage of yours! Are you that handsome?" I said sarcastically while clapping. He just replied with a laugh. "What do you need?" I asked him raising my eyebrows. But instead of answering me he just shrugged. He's nice to talk to guys, promise. "I just want to accompany my angel." I looked at him when he suddenly spoke. "Your angel?" I repeated. "Yes, I miss her every day." He said while looking into the distance. "Oh, then why are you here next to me?" I keep asking him. He said he wanted to accompany his angel but I was the one he's bothering. "Because she's here." He answered while still looking into the distance. I frowned and looked at him again. "Where? Is she there?" I aske
Someone's Point of View :"You love her right?" I said to the young man next to me. "Psh," was his only response to me. "Why don't we make a plan?" He turned to me without emotion because of the word I left out. "What plan?" He asked coldly. "Let's ruin their relationship. I know that you knew how much I love her husband. And I also knew that you love her since then," he clenched his two fists after hearing what I said. "I'm not that desperate," he said emotionless. "So, you're just going to leave her with other men?" I asked him angrily. This child is making me annoyed the way he talks to me."Why not? If she's happy then that's ok with me." He’s smart too. I think I made a mistake when I approached him for help. Tsk! "Weak!" I just said. "Who cares?" He replied. I almost slap myself because of annoyance. Why did I approached this young man again? To ask his help without knowing that he's a problem too. Damn! "If she's happy? Then what about your happiness? Will you just en
Twaine's Point of View :It's already nine in the evening but Kyle isn't home yet. Three in the afternoon earlier when he texted that he couldn't pick me up because he went to an emergency. I can not understand myself. I feel like he's lying to me. My heart doesn't want to believe him, but it's my brain that tells me not to over think because I'm the one that Kyle loves and no one else. I've prepared our dinner before but until now I still don't touch it. I still don't eat even though my pets are hungry there, inside my stomach. I want us to eat together. I admit I'm bored and sleepy but I still want to wait for him. When I heard the doorbell, I ran to the door to see who was outside. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was Kyle. I opened the door and went outside to open the gate. After Kyle parked his car in the garage I closed the gate. "I'll do it wifey." He said as I was about to close the gate, but I didn't listen to him. I still closed it even though he volunt
Twaine's Point of View :It's been almost a week since I heard from Ana that she saw Kyle in the hospital but I just ignored it. I don't want Kyle and I to fight, I also don't want to get hurt so I just didn't pay attention to it. I am currently on my way today to bring lunch to Kyle at his office. I also feel sorry for him, he's really very busy because we hardly catch up at home anymore. Every time I woke up, he was gone. Every time he came home too, I was asleep. Fortunately, we are no classes today because of intrams. I don't have any sports to participate in, so I don't have to go to school anymore. When I got out of the taxi, I immediately joined the Mendez family company. I was about to enter the elevator when someone called me. "Twaine, Twaine my daughter-in-law!" It was aunt Kyla, Kyle's mom, was walking briskly towards me. She immediately hugged me tightly as soon as she approached me. "Mom! How are you?" I asked her happily. "I'm good. Thank you. Also, getting olde
Twaine's Point of View :"But I can't do that," it was as if heaven and earth had fallen on me because of Kyle's response. "W-why?" Even though I knew what his answer would be, I still chose to ask. "She's dying, she's suffering a stage 4 bone cancer." He answered sadly. I don't know if it's craziness I am feeling, but I don't feel pity for that Roxanne. "So, is that just the way it is? What about me? I'm your wife, but it seems that I am an obstacle for you two..." I kept saying that while my tears continued to flow. "Twaine, you understand me, don't you?" He had a pleading question for me. I shook. "I don't know Kyle, I don't know." I said between my sobs. "What do you mean?" He asked me. "Let's just continue what we had talked about before. After all, I am nothing to you anymore, right? When I turn eighteen—" "No! I won't allow it!" He objected to what I am going to say. "You won't allow? What about me, Kyle? Please, don't be selfish! I'm your wife. But look, I'm the one w
Twaine's Point of View :"If you're just here to fight Roxanne, it's better to just leave!" I never thought Kyle would yell at me like that right in front of that woman. Because my eyes were dimming from crying so hard, I hardly knew where my two feet had taken me. My tears are still flowing. Why isn't it exhausted yet? I have been crying for a few days but my tears are still flowing. Funny that I don’t understand. "Twaine, stop it." I was stopped when suddenly someone grabbed my other arm. "Oh, it's you again." I said weakly. "Why is it that whenever I'm not okay, you're the one who always shows up? Tell me Clyde, who are you really?" I asked gently while my tears continued to flow. Instead of him answering me, he just gave me a tight hug. I’ll admit, I was slowly calming down because of his hug. I did not mumble or make any noise. I just felt myself as he hugged me. "Don't you really remember me?" He asked me. He let go of my hug so it doesn't matter that we are facing each o
Twaine's Point of View :"Oh, my dear. C'mon what's wrong? Tell it to mommy, I'm willing to listen." Aunt Kyla said as she hugged me tightly."M-mom—" I don't know but it looks like something is stuck in my throat right now. "Ma'am Kyla, there's a delivery." "For whom?" Auntie asked one of the maids who handed her over. "It looks like it belongs to sir Kyle." The maid answered. "Okay, thank you." When Tita got it, she immediately handed it to me. "Open it my dear." She said smiling. "Ah, not anymore aunt, maybe that's important." I rejecte her. I returned the letter to aunt. She opened it and then she read the contents. Her eyes widened as she moved around me and the envelope she was holding. "W-what's the meaning of this Twaine?" It seems like an unbelievable question. I just looked at aunt blankly because I also didn’t know what she meant. "Have you been annulled?" She asked shaky. She didn't seem to believe what she read. "M-mom, I didn't agrees to that," I said crying.