"What!" She gasped out, "you two are breaking up!? No way! No way, Luna! You fight for him! Don't you let him go!" But Luna was pulling off the engagement ring already. It flew the short distance to Percy but never made it, it hit the tiled floors with a clang. A clang that shook Percy and Gertrude to the core. Luna was never violent. A bang not a clink this time had Percy jumping to his feet in realization of the damage he had caused. Gertrude flung the hot water jug in her hand at Percy. He dodged just in time to not let its hot contents touch his face. The glass jug, like a sign, shattered to pieces.Five years later... •Our selfishness is our downfall. •It's okay to not be okay but it's not okay to blame others for not being okay. No one is your heart or soul or mind and hence, no one controls it. You do. You are the master of all your actions. •It's okay to make mistakes, what matters is rising up from them and apologizing to those you wronged. •We blame our problems/mist
"You look like a promising hardworking engineer and it's a pity to see you waste your talents on such a worthless company that can't take good care of it's workers. I mean, look at you. If you won't take my offer this instant then get out and never return." Domenico bowed respectfully with a forced, "Thank you sir." before walking out. The whole short bus ride and eventual walk back to his company; because he has exhausted all his cash and he hadn't been given transport allowance; he practically hid himself in the walls. Did he look that bad?*"Two! Just two out of five contracts! How useless are you! So incompetent! How can I let you work as an engineer when you can't do the simple work of a marketer! Useless! Get out of my sight!" Domenico trudged tiredly to his home some one kilometer from his company. He had no cash on him for transport and he had left work with his salary deducted, again. He could envision his empty cupboards and fridge. Even the wine he longed to drink was t
"You won't find the right one because you'll chase her away with your disgusting attitude." "Don't scare me." Marino chuckled. He suddenly jumped up. "Let's head downtown, your house feels so gloomy." He laughed but didn't protest, "Drinks on you." "Sure."*Domenico sat in a cafe two days after his and Marino's late night out. It was late in the evening but he wasn't ready to report back to his boss. That day was a mass failure, no contracts. He had a dreary feeling he would be fired. It would be so much better for him. He would go back to his home town and live with his family and perform whatever odd jobs he could. He looked down at his empty coffee cup. He was deceiving himself, he'd never be able to face the pity looks he would get. He'd go back to them alright but when he had made something of himself. The cafe door opened and a lady entered. He froze, his heart rate palpitating. The tall brunette looked too familiar, too famil... He sighed, relaxing when he saw her face. Ho
"Don't cry" He passed her a tissue, "It's my choice. Don't blame yourself." "Bro Nico, we'll send you food everyday! You have to be as fat as I am!" Mario said firmly in his little voice, his look stern, "you mustn't let mama cry." He smiled, patting his little nephew on the head. "Will you?" Andrea asked, now calm. "What?" He picked up his fork again, catching Marco's glare. "Will you let us send you foodstuffs every two weeks? Please, Nico. Let us feel like we're helping out." He sighed. "Ok... Plus my favourite homemade sausage." They laughed. Family was home.*Six days later, he watched her walk up to him in the same cafe. It seemed they had a thing for meeting in cafes. Luna. She was as always dressed simply but with an air of elegance. She looked more mature and very much more beautiful and she still had that air of innocence that surrounded her, that aura of goodness. Just as she made to sit opposite him, the church bells rang. She seemed disoriented for a second befo
He stared out the window; his emotions conflicting and clashing. She was sincere in her apology and he definitely forgave her... and his best friend, Marino. To think Marino had harboured the secret for years. He shook his head. He had been the fool all along, the fool who couldn't see what was right in front of his nose. He should have known; he should have sensed it. "Domenico." He looked back into her nervous eyes. "Its fine, I forgive you but it'll take a bit more time for the wound to heal." "You need space?" She was sad. He smiled, "You've given me enough space. We'll move on." Her downcast face lightened into a smile, broke into a giggle then widened in relieved laughter. They'll move on.*He didn't hear any of the insults his boss threw at him nor mind when he was denied salary for the month. It was okay now. His past was clear. He met Rosetta waiting at his door, decked in a red pant suit, high heels, a designer bag hanging stylishly from her left arm and her now lon
"Well Luna had one." Rosetta offered with irritation. "Not on the fourth finger." He shrugged, picking up his pizza slice again. "You could have told me." Domenico repeated. He paused, "Fine. I'm sorry for not informing you." "Cool. You can now get out of my house." "What?" Marino chuckled in disbelief. "Out" Domenico got up, "Rosetta, never make promises with your body again. Both of you, out." "What! You forgave me!" "Out." He said with finality and walked away.*"He's unbelievable" Marino spat after Domenico shut the door to his room, "he never liked you yet he's getting so worked up because I got you and he didn't." "You never got me." Rosetta snarled. "Besides, I was only getting my payment. Did you tell him that as you spilled your life's mess to him?" He asked as he fixed his hard gaze on her. Rosetta rolled her eyes, getting to her feet. "You're the worst person I've ever met, Marino. You don't feel the least bit of remorse that you shamelessly slept with my good f
"Yeah, fiancé" a sarcastic chuckle followed, "I trusted him. He shouldn't have proposed to me if he knew he still loved someone else, he shouldn't have led me on, he shouldn't have loved me if he knew that one day he'd go back to her." Silence. "Luna..." Sobs broke through the phone. "It's okay, it's okay" He murmured, the phone clenched tightly in his hand. "It's okay, it's fine." He kept murmuring as she cried. For long minutes.*"Rosetta, answer your calls now." Domenico ordered in his fifth voicemail."Please..." He pleaded in the sixth one. His phone rang the next second."You should have begged earlier, Mr." Her cheery voice came in at once."Now I'm left to wonder what you've turned into. Are you bipolar?""Something like that." He could sense her smile."You see why I'm so wary of men. The first guy I ever liked picked my sister over me. The second guy I liked treated me worse than a friend. Now here I am, back to square one."He chuckled, "You liked me.""Wasn't it obvio
She chuckled. "I feel really bad to say this but I have to go home now. I have practicals very early tomorrow morning." "Oh... Living in hostel?""No.""Right. You never stayed in one."He gathered the rest of his snack back into its pack. "I'll drive you home.""Don't bother" He refused, already opening the car door, "I'll take a cab." "Come on, Nico, be my guest."She started the car, looking expectantly at him. She waited seconds before he got back in. "Good boy."*"You're resigning?" His manager stared incredulously at him, his resignation letter held loosely in his hand. "Yes sir." "Why?" "Bad working conditions and personal reasons sir. It's stated in the letter, sir." His manager snorted, flinging the letter at him. "And you think you can get a better job elsewhere with your qualifications? Don't play such jokes on me again. Get out, go back to work." Domenico picked up the fallen letter and replaced it on the desk. "With all due respect, sir, I'm making no joke. I