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Chapter 5
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2025-05-20 12:31:05People always say it's better to stay and fight when things get too much and too hard to take but I say, running away is better.
Yes.
I've been doing that my whole life. I ran away from my mom after my Dad got imprisoned and ran away from my grandma because I was scared she wouldn't accept me for who I truly am and now, I'm running away from this.
Dain and Travian.
Dain is my painful past and Travian is a possible threat to my future. And having him means having to face Dain's relentless pursuit, hence, i'd rather give it all away.
After what happened last night, I don't wish to get stuck in the desire of another man.
I grabbed my luggage, and glanced at my room one more time. I will miss it.
I remembered when I got this apartment, I just started dating Dain then. This was our home, we've shared too many memories here that I'm scared it only caused me more pain than happiness.
Turning around, I walked out of the house and closed the door behind.
I have to do this, I have to start a new beginning for myself and be me again.
And in doing so, I have to let go of everything and everyone.
With a heavy breath, I walked myself out of the building to the building. A taxi was already waiting for me, I got in and the car took off seconds later.
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Months later
I placed down the glass on the sink, ready to take on another order when Samuel walked in almost in a rush and I almost ran away due to how hard he was breathing.
"What?" I asked, a little bit irritated.
"Can you help me?" Samuel breathes out,
I frowned, "with?"
"Uh, I took an order from the customer outside but I'm afraid I won't be able to attend to them"
My frown deepens, "why?"
He leaned in and whispered into my ears, "I'm pressed....I need to poop else, I might destroy my intestines" he cried.
I didn't want to help him because he always enjoys getting on my nerves but then, I know what it feels like to want to ease yourself yet you are restrained.
"What's my gain?" I folded my hands over my chest and took a post, " 50 Bucks"
"Fine...table thirteen, here are their orders" he handed me his notebook and rushed to the restroom.
I glanced at the written Note, a cup of cappuccino and black coffee with extra sugar.
This is my life now, simple, and easy going. And I have all the time to think about myself other than worry about someone else. Plus, I get to be happy even though I'm still working on that.
I went ahead and placed the orders to Luke. It took him less time to get the orders ready. I placed them on a tray and carried them away.
"Hi Miss, here are your orders" I smiled at the lady sitting on table thirteen, she was beautiful and the way she smiled back at me instantly made me know how simple and outgoing she is.
"Cappuccino here" I went ahead and placed the cup of cappuccino before her and the other one on the other side of the table.
"Wait, you look different from the guy that took our orders," she pointed out.
I smiled,
Smart and attentive.
"That's a good trait you have there, so kind and observant" I praise.
Her smile widened, "well, I can't help it"
I went ahead and said, "yes, the other guy who took your orders is my colleague."
She nodded, "why then are you the one serving?" She pressed on.
"I'm sorry for the inconveniences but nature called him and you know"
She understood me and laughed, "yeah, very urgent...I get"
We chatted a little more and then, I excused myself, ready to leave.
I turned around abruptly and I wasn't expecting anyone only to end up bumping into something hard and my tray fell off my hands to the ground.
"Shut!" I cursed in my stomach and quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry sir"
I scrambled to the floor to pick up the tray and he did the same.
Realizing we both held the same thing, he quickly let go and stood up.
I knew I messed up, regardless, it was my fault and I needed to apologize.
"I'm so sorry, I really didn't see you comi...." My words got stuck in my throat the moment I saw who it was.
"Travian?" I muttered his name like it was a hidden song in my throat that I've been trying not to sing it out.
"Soren?" His voice came, his eyes stared at me like he's staring at a ghost and I don't blame me, I would do the same...
Heck, I'm doing the same thing.
The moment seemed to be in a halt, time froze and all there was was just the two of us, staring at each other like life played a game with us.
I was conflicted, I never knew I missed him this much until now, as I stared at those sets of dazzling eyes I get lost in everytime.
When did I get too drowned in him? I don't know but all I know is he's part of the reason I ran away.
And now, I don't even know how to react after months of not seeing him. I want to hug him, but I dare not. I want to pretend I don't know him, but my heart and mind won't let me.
I want to act like he's nothing but I swear, it's a battle I know I'll never win.
His eyes were like the blue ocean, drawing me into its depth and drowning me with every passing second. I wanted to look away but I fear I was emotionally compelled to stare...how can I not? He is the man who helped me move on from Dain but in the process, I got lost in him.
"You guys know each other?" The lady whom I'm just from serving said and thank goodness, that helped me snap out of whatever was compelling me.
"No" I quickly denied,
A frown immediately appeared on Travian's face, but I ignored him.
"
If you may excuse me" I didn't wait for any of them to speak, I walked away as fast as I could, eager to go away, far away from him.
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