My Only Love

Rebecca's POV Working at the hotel was not easy, but thankfully, there were other people who worked there, and we got along really well. Especially Bridget — we clicked from the very first day I started working. This morning, she had texted me saying she wouldn’t make it because she was sick, so I had to cover her shift. That’s why I had so many customers today. The boss never hired many waiters since the place wasn’t that big to accommodate more workers. I had to take orders, serve food, and handle the billing all by myself. There was no time to rest until the shift was over. I didn’t even get a chance to check on Carlos today. We only had a quick chat in the morning, and that was not enough for me. I wanted to talk to him every single moment. “Hey, I did not order this food, you waitress! Why are you bringing me the wrong order?” a customer yelled at me after I served his food. “Sorry, sir! Sorry,” I apologized, but he continued harassing me. “I will make sure you get dismissed

Rebecca’s POV “Ooh, my head is spinning…” I heard Nica groan the moment morning light filtered into the room. She had slept through the entire night like a log, and now the aftermath of her wild night was showing in full force—a serious hangover. Without saying much, I quietly went to the kitchen and made her a strong cup of black coffee. I knew it would help ease the throbbing in her head. “Here, drink this, Nica,” I said softly as I handed her the steaming mug. She took it eagerly and downed it in almost one go. “Thank you, Rebecca. You are such a nice friend,” she said with a grateful smile, though her eyes were still heavy and tired. Thank God it was Saturday—no lectures, no running around. I was grateful for the break. I hadn’t slept well, and my body felt sore from fatigue, both physical and emotional. My mind kept drifting to Mike. I had sensed something off in him that night when he left. The way he hugged me... the apology… the long silence after. I was worried. I couldn’

Rebecca’s POV The club was absolutely packed—buzzing with excitement, flashing lights, and deafening music. We could barely make our way through the entrance, squeezing past crowds of partygoers who were all eager to get inside. I noticed that everyone had to pay at the gate before being allowed entry. Luckily, Nica had already taken care of everything. She paid for both our tickets, and we were granted access into the VIP section of the club. It was more spacious and slightly quieter, probably because the tickets for that area were far more expensive than regular entry. “Looks like people really love this musician, Nica!” I had to raise my voice over the booming music. “Yeah, I love him too! That’s the main reason I dragged you here,” Nica responded, grinning from ear to ear. “He hasn’t arrived yet, but he’ll be here soon,” she added excitedly. I scanned the room and was overwhelmed by the sea of people. The energy was wild—couples kissing in the corners, groups laughing hysteric

Rebecca’s POV Ever since the incident at the club, I haven’t seen Nica. It’s been days now, and I’m beginning to think she’s avoiding me on purpose. Maybe she feels guilty for leaving me that night. Or maybe she’s just afraid to face me. Either way, I miss her, but I’ve learned not to chase people who no longer want to stay. My phone was still missing, and the silence between me and Carlos had stretched to three days now. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was worried, or worse, assuming the worst about me. I needed to save up and buy a new phone as soon as possible. Not being able to reach anyone made me feel completely disconnected from the world. I quickly got ready for class. The moment I stepped into the lecture hall, the first person my eyes landed on was Mike. Over the past few days, we had grown incredibly close. There was something warm and comforting about him. I liked the space we were in, friendly, safe, no pressure. He was deeply buried in his books, so focused that he d

Rebecca’s POV My poor Carlos must be so worried by now. I’ve ignored his calls and messages for days, and I know he must be wondering what’s going on with me. It’s not that I don’t care, I care deeply. In fact, I miss him so much. Every hour without hearing his voice has felt like a piece of me is missing. These past few days without talking to him have felt like an eternity. But honestly, things haven’t been easy for me either. Everything has been so tangled, especially the situation with Mike. Ever since he came over to confess his true feelings, things have changed. He’s been completely avoiding me. It’s been almost a full week now, and we haven’t said a word to each other. That silence, that distance, it’s heavy. I understand him. I know that he must be hurting. The way he opened his heart to me that night, only for me to turn him down, it wasn’t easy for either of us. I never wanted to hurt him. That was never my intention. But at the same time, I had to be honest with him.