"No" I jerked his hand off my shoulder and began walking away as fast as I could.
"So that's it?" I heard Travian muttered but I chose to ignore him.
"You said you wouldn't hate me" He added and for some reason, my feet got stuck on the ground.
My heart and mind was in a complete mess and I wished I didn't leave my home seeking solace in a bar.
"But you ran away the moment no eyes were watching"
"And so what?" I barked, turned around and faced him.
"I said I won't hate you but that never meant I will stick around and let you ruin me" I wasn't in my right mind and whatever I was saying was my emotions controlling me.
"Ruin you? When did I ever say that? You know it better than I do, how much I've always wanted you" Travian began counting strides forward, closing the distance between us.
"But you never loved me" I whispered, heartbroken, "and even if you do, that doesn't mean you'd be any different" I took three steps back, evading his closeness.
"Soren" Travian called as he reached out for me, I pulled away evading his touch.
"Don't please" I begged in a choking voice, "don't make this even harder and more complicated for me...let's pretend we don't know each other " I didn't wait for him to agree or disagree, I turned and ran away.
I knew it was a stupid idea to leave the house, and the stupidest to ask him to pretend we don't know each other but I've said it anyways and that's better that way for us.
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After what happened last night, I barely slept and now, I feel like shit forced to roam the daylight.
I walked back to the counter after serving a customer, Luke had his eyes on me like he was trying to make sense of my situation.
"You look exhausted!" He pointed out and I just nodded.
"Want to grab some rest? I can let you slide off for today" He proposed.
I thought about it but then, I shouldn't accept it. Luke has been nothing but kind to me, way more attentive and I don't want to use his goodness for my own gain. I did this to myself and I must face it alone.
I forced a smile, "don't sweat it, I'll be fine.
I went inside, poured myself a glass of fresh water and gulped it in a go.
Feeling better, I carried myself back outside to wait in case there's a new customer. There, I spotted Travian and the lady from the other day.
They both walked into the building, chatting as she giggled. Even if I wanted to ignore it, I couldn't miss the way their hands were wrapped with each other, and how she kept caressing Travian's arm like it was very normal.
I am no fool not to understand the situation, it's either she's he's girl and their dating or it.
I felt a lump in my chest as I came to the conclusion he really isn't for me and he's with someone better.
I guess she isn't scared of love and she's better off with him than me.
Travian glances at my direction and our gaze meets, I quickly evade his stares, forcing down my saliva down my throat.
They went ahead and took their seats. With a deep breath, I walked up to them and forced a smile when the lady's gaze met mine.
"Oh, it's you again," she chirped.
I nodded, "yes, it's me...can I have your order please?"
I felt Travian's hot gaze on me, willing me to look at him but I didn't give in. I want to avoid him as much as I can.
"Cappuccino for me" she said and went about texting.
I held my breath, getting myself ready to face Travian. When I was sure I could take whatever, I turned and faced him, trying to keep the professional smile on my face even though I couldn't.
"Can I have your order?"
"Black coffee and extra sugar" he said, his eyes never leaving mine.
I noted it in my small booklet and turned to excuse myself when he said,
"Can we talk? Please!"
Chaos, that's all I felt inside. The urge to want to say yes but I stopped myself from saying it.
"I don't have time for leisure, I'm sorry" with that said, I turned and walked away.
I handed the orders to Luke who went ahead to make it. While I waited, I couldn't stop myself from feeling hot, like there was a fire inside me that way trying to burn itself to life.
I needed some air, some space to get myself back in control.
"I'll be right back" I said and quickly walked away. As soon as I saw the restroom door feet away, I fastened my pace and rushed in.
I reached for the sink, poured water and washed my face. It was helping, a bit though.
After I was done washing my face, I pulled out a tissue and patted it dry. Then I raised my head and saw my reflection in the mirror.
Damn, I was disorientated and I fear that my days of peace of mind are long buried in the past.
“I didn’t recognize the person staring back—just a cracked reflection of the peace I once hoped to find.”
"Why the heck will you choose to come here of all places?" I cried in silence.
I left for a new town for a reason, peace and a new beginning, that's all I ever wanted. But Travian doesn't seem to comply with it, that's why he had to follow me, chasing me around like my most desired predicament that I long for yet wish for it to stay far away.
While I stood there lost in my thoughts, the door creaked open and someone walked in.
I glanced at the mirror straight to the door and was once again left astonished to see Travian standing there, staring back at me with an even more determined face.
"Shit!" I cursed under my breath, my head ran wide trying to think of a way to escape him, again!
Travian's POV I watched him from where I stood—just a few steps behind, near the edge of that old sycamore tree where we once played. His back was turned, shoulders stiff, like he was bracing for impact. And maybe he was. Maybe he always had been.But I couldn’t carry it anymore. The silence. The distance. The weight of everything I never got to say.So I stepped closer, careful not to scare him away. My voice came quiet, low, but steady.“Do you remember when we played here all day?” I asked. “Never running out of energy… like time didn’t matter, like the sun would stay up just for us?”He didn’t move.But I saw the slight hitch of his shoulders. The way his hand gripped the bark like it might splinter under his touch.“Back then,” I went on, my throat tightening, “I didn’t know what it meant. I thought it was just the joy of having someone who liked the same silly things—mud fights, tree climbing, treasure hunts in the grass.”I took a breath, tasting the ache on my tongue.“But wh
I don’t know how long I sat there.The bark of the sycamore bit into my back, grounding me while my thoughts threatened to unravel everything I thought I’d stitched together. The woods around me pulsed with life—birds calling in the distance, wind rustling through the leaves, the faint creak of old branches shifting—but all I could hear was my heartbeat. Loud. Unsteady.And his name.Travian.Travian.God. It all made sense now.I’d wondered how he found me. How he knew where to look when I’d worked so damn hard to disappear. I thought maybe fate was just cruel. That maybe it was playing one last trick on me before letting me live in peace.But I see it now.I knew him before. I just… didn’t know it was him.The boy from years ago—the one who lived in the yellow house next door with the wild garden and the crooked shutters. The boy I used to watch from behind Grandma’s curtain, peeking through the lace to catch glimpses of him riding his bike, climbing trees, drawing in chalk on the p
I didn’t move.Couldn’t.Not when my breath had hitched halfway up my throat and lodged there like a stone. Not when my chest felt like it had turned inside out—thread pulled too tight, nerves flayed open. Every inch of mine had gone still, save for the heartbeat ricocheting like a desperate bird in a cage.Travian.He stood there like a ghost carved from the past, too real to be memory and too sharp to be a dream. The sight of him was a blow—one I hadn’t braced for. Like a wound I thought had healed clean, only to find it festering the moment it was touched.His eyes locked with mine.And in that single, breathless moment, time didn’t just slow.It unraveled.Staggered.Collapsed in on itself like paper in flame.The smile on his face was soft. Hesitant. Familiar in all the wrong ways. Like the echo of an old song you’d tried to forget, but couldn’t help humming under your breath when you were alone.And I—I turned away.Not with anger. Not even a shame.But with something quieter.
The sun had risen a little higher by the time I stepped outside again, the warmth already pressing against my skin like a gentle warning. A thin sheen of sweat clung to my brow, and I wiped it with the back of my hand as my eyes swept across the garden.It was overgrown.Untamed.Beautiful in that unruly way nature becomes when it’s left to its own will. The hibiscus had burst out of its neat bed, spilling toward the stone path in unruly waves of red and coral. Creeping vines clung to the fence posts and wrapped around the wooden stakes like lovers who never wanted to let go, threatening to strangle the smaller blossoms that tried to bloom beneath their shade.It looked abandoned. Forgotten.But somehow… it felt like me.And I didn’t mind.There was something sacred about the mess, about getting lost in it. I dug my hands into the earth, pulling weeds and snipping away decayed leaves. Each movement is slow and deliberate, almost meditative. As if with every tug, every breath of damp s
I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept at all.My limbs ached, not from labor but from the weight of restless thoughts and unspoken regrets. It was like I had been fighting in my sleep—battling ghosts I couldn’t name, chasing shadows that always slipped through my fingers. My head felt heavy, fogged over, like my mind had stayed up long after my body gave in.Dreams had visited me in fragments—faces half-remembered, voices laced with pain, memories I had shoved into the deepest corners of my mind. Some of them whispered. Others screamed.Still, something stirred me.It wasn’t the light bleeding through the old lace curtains, though it painted golden patterns across the room. Nor was it the birdsong drifting from the mango tree outside, even though it carried a melody I used to whistle as a child.No.It was a smell.Rich. Warm. Heartachingly familiar.It drifted into the room like a quiet invitation—unspoken, yet impossible to ignore. Meat. Onions. Garlic. The sharp sizzle of something
I left the city the next morning.No dramatic goodbye. No tearful farewells at the station. No one running after me in the rain. Just me, a battered backpack slung over one shoulder, a crumpled bus ticket in my hand, and that hollow ache in my chest that whispered—go.Not for revenge. Not even for healing.Just to breathe.I needed air that didn’t taste like him. Walls that didn’t remember my cries. Streets that didn’t echo with the sound of my own unraveling.I needed to go where his scent didn’t cling to the curtains. Where I didn’t wake up reaching for someone who’d already let me go.So I left.I took nothing but the essentials—just enough clothes, a photo of Grandma tucked in my journal, and the remnants of a heart that still hadn’t decided whether to keep beating.I didn’t even look back.Because looking back meant I’d hesitate. It meant I’d feel everything again—the betrayal, the confusion, the stupid sliver of hope still lodged in my chest like a shard of glass. So I stared st