I let out a deep, shaky breath the moment I stepped out of the airport.
The air felt heavier than I remembered. Or maybe it was just me, carrying years’ worth of unresolved bitterness.
I glanced around, forcing a tight smile as if that could ease the weight in my chest.
I honestly thought this day would never come. Thought I’d never set foot in this country again. I had convinced myself that life abroad was enough. That distance was the best cure for a bruised ego and a broken heart.
But here I am. Back in the place I swore I’d never return to.
All because of one thing.
My grandfather’s last wish.
“Sir Nelson!” Jac’s voice rang out before I could drown in my own thoughts.
I turned toward him, and just like that, a piece of familiarity grounded me. He hadn’t changed much. Same easy grin. Same bright eyes that had witnessed the worst and best versions of me.
Jac—one of the few people who stood by me. The only bridge I kept with this place.
He’d been my eyes and ears while I was away. The one who kept me updated about the lives of people who had long erased me from their story.
Before I left, I attended Grandpa’s funeral. But even in grief, they didn’t miss the chance to remind me where I stood.
An outcast.
Unwanted. Unwelcome.
And now? Three years later? Suddenly, they had something to ask of me. Or maybe… something to force on me.
Jac was the one who brought the news. Dropped the bomb like it was just another update.
I still wondered… why now? Why wait this long? What changed?
“Welcome back, Sir!” Jac said again, pulling me out of my daze.
I shook my head slightly, trying to center myself. “Thanks, Jac.”
His grin widened as he grabbed my luggage. “You’ve leveled up, Sir Nelson! That glow! Mature but hot! I bet you’ve been breaking hearts left and right abroad.”
I let out a small laugh. “Stop it.”
But Jac, being Jac, didn’t stop. “I’m serious! You’re glowing, sir! I almost didn’t recognize you. New haircut, better skin, new aura... but still the same grumpy face deep inside.”
I shook my head again, trying not to laugh, but failing anyway. “Your mouth hasn’t changed.”
“Just like yours, Sir! Quick-witted as ever.”
I smiled, but inside, my stomach churned.
I could joke with Jac all day… but it wouldn’t erase the truth. I was anxious. Restless. On edge.
No matter how much I’d changed, no matter how far I’d come, stepping back into this life… it rattled something deep in me.
A part I thought I’d buried.
“The question is…” Jac said, now staring at me, “Are you ready? Are you sure about this?”
I bit my lip and gave him a small, sheepish smile. I didn’t need to answer. He already knew. Jac could always read me like an open book.
“We’re doomed, sir,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “You’re not even prepared, and yet here you are... agreeing to fulfill your grandfather’s last wish.”
I let out a low, humorless laugh as I climbed into the car. The second I sat down, another sigh escaped me. It felt like I’d been holding my breath since the plane landed.
Jac wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t ready.
I didn’t even have a clear plan.
No strategy. No backup.
I just said yes.
Just packed my bags and booked the first flight.
Just trusted this stubborn, reckless part of me that couldn’t ignore Grandpa’s last request.
If I survived the life I built abroad with zero family, no safety nets, and nothing but grit, then maybe I could survive this too.
I was no longer the naïve, desperate guy they tossed aside years ago.
They couldn’t break me now.
And if they tried… I’d remind them of the monster they helped create.
Jac slid into the driver’s seat, stealing a glance at me before starting the engine.
“You know…” he began, his voice dropping lower, “you can still back out. Catch the next flight. Go back to your happy, peaceful life. Nobody’s forcing you to do this, Sir Nelson.”
I stared out the window for a beat, then shook my head. “You know I won’t. I already gave my word. Besides… this isn’t for them. This is for Grandpa. He’s the only one who ever treated me like family.”
Jac nodded, his grip tightening on the wheel. “Fair enough. Your grandfather loved you, no doubt about that. Even if you were… well… a bit of a rebel.”
I chuckled under my breath. “A bit?”
Jac laughed too, but I could feel the worry still lingering behind his jokes.
The drive stretched on, each mile making my stomach twist tighter.
“Brace yourself, sir,” Jac finally said, breaking the silence. “I’m taking you to a place that’s gonna change your life.”
“Let’s go,” I said, straightening my necktie. “You talk too much.”
An hour later, we pulled up in front of an old municipal hall just outside Manila.
I stared at the building through the windshield, swallowing hard.
Jac parked the car and turned to me with a wide, mischievous grin. “Good luck, Sir Nelson!”
I didn’t answer.
My attention was locked on the front doors of that building like they were the gates of hell.
I reached for my purple necktie again, adjusting it even though it was already straight.
Why did it feel like it was choking me?
I hadn’t even stepped inside, but I already felt trapped.
I kept asking myself, could I really go through with this?
Could I really sacrifice my freedom… for this?
I stepped out of the car, legs heavier than they should’ve been. My throat felt dry, like I hadn’t drunk water for days.
But there was no turning back.
Not now.
I walked inside. The air felt thick. Stuffy. Every step I took made my heart pound louder against my ribs.
In just a few minutes… I’d be married.
To a woman with pink hair.
Yes… pink.
We hadn’t met. We hadn’t talked. We hadn’t even exchanged names.
This was all pre-arranged. Rushed. Messy. Like everything else my family touched.
I sat in the waiting area, but I couldn’t stay still. My legs bounced. My fingers tapped against my knees.
I kept breathing in and out, but it wasn’t helping.
My palms were slick with sweat. My forehead is cold. The walls felt like they were closing in.
I closed my eyes, trying to ground myself. “I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m sorry, Grandpa—”
I froze.
Because when I opened my eyes… she was there.
A woman with untamed pink hair… standing just a few feet away.
Her eyes locked onto mine.
And in that split second… both of us froze.
Like we’d seen a ghost.
Like fate decided to play a cruel joke.
At the exact same time, we pointed at each other and shouted the same word:
“You?!”
“Are you out of your mind, Diego?!” My voice rose, but the worry in my tone was impossible to hide. I remembered the night he got drunk—what if he did it again?“I’ve been out of my mind for a long time!” he shot back, running a hand over his face. “I’m exhausted, Vi! I’ve had enough. All I ever did was love you. I’ve done everything I could, but it’s still not enough. It hurts—so damn much. You don’t even want me as a friend anymore!”“Diego… I never said I didn’t want to be your friend. I just don’t want to—”“Stop it, Vi. Just stop!” He cut me off, and I bit my lip hard. “I know where this is going—you’re just trying to push me away.”I sighed, stepped closer, gripped his arm, and fixed my eyes on him. But he wouldn’t meet my gaze. “Diego, just listen to me. Please… leave.”He glanced at me, nodded, then headed for the door and walked out—without a word.I closed my eyes as the door clicked shut. Slowly, I made my way to the bed and sat down. I buried my face in my hands and let
DIEGO POV I couldn’t stop apologizing to Vianna May. I never thought that simply approaching her would cause her so much pain. All I wanted was to be near her, to talk to her—even for just a little while. If I had known that would happen on the last night we’d see each other, I wish I’d never gone near her. I wish I hadn’t even said goodbye. I should have just disappeared—like I did before.“Diego…” Dorry’s calm voice carried traces of a suppressed sob. She placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a light shake. I kept my head bowed, unable to meet her eyes. She let go of my shoulder and turned to Vianna May. “Come on, Mia. Let’s go back to the hut,” she said, helping her up. “Diego, let’s go…” “You two go ahead,” I replied weakly, trying to steady myself even though my heart felt like it was breaking apart. I wiped my tears but kept my head down.Even after Dorry and Vianna May had left, I still couldn’t move. It felt like I’d just lost a fight—drained, weak, unable to stand. A
“Mia!”The sharp call and sudden yank on Vianna May’s arm startled me, followed by a fist slamming into my lip. It happened so fast, I couldn’t even dodge.Vianna May’s scream rang in my ears. My eyes squeezed shut for a split second as my hand touched my split lip. I turned toward the man who wouldn’t stop yelling and mocking me.Blood rushed to my head when I saw Vianna May in Nelson’s arms—he was holding her back, keeping her from lunging at me.I pulled her toward me, but he yanked her right back. “I thought you were decent. Turns out, you’re nothing but a disgrace!” he spat, teeth clenched in fury as his hand gripped her arm. “You bastard!” He was about to come at me again, but Vianna May blocked him.We locked eyes, jaws tight with anger. “You’re the bastard!” I shot back, tugging Vianna May toward me again. Her face was flushed with rage.“Let go of me!” she snapped, struggling to break free from both of us.The moment she slipped away, we clashed like roosters in a cockpit—f
I suddenly felt weak and lost my balance. I stumbled, accidentally pushing the door—it swung open.“Diego!”Their eyes widened in shock.Tears welled in my eyes the moment I saw the woman standing before me.“Vianna May… it really is you.”“Diego…” she whispered, shaking her head as she stared at me.From the corner of my eye, I saw Dorry slump into a bamboo chair, her own tears brimming as she looked between us.“Vianna May…” I took a slow step forward and wrapped my arms around her. Her shoulders trembled with every restrained sob.I waited for her to hold me back—but she didn’t. She just stood there, letting me hold her.“What happened to you, Vianna May? I thought you were happy with the man you loved. And… why are you here? Where’s your mom?”I cupped her cheek and gently wiped away the tears streaming down her face.I asked so many questions—but she didn’t answer a single one. So I just held her tighter. In that moment, nothing else mattered. I had found her.“I wasn’t dreaming
“Vianna May!” I shouted, springing up from bed. I immediately clutched my forehead and winced. It was Vianna May’s face that jolted me awake from a deep sleep. My head was pounding, but strangely, I felt light.“My drunken friend! Finally awake, huh?” Dorry stood by the doorway, arms crossed, clearly irritated.Instead of meeting her glare, I let my eyes wander around the small room. “Whose room is this?” I asked.“You don’t remember the craziness you pulled last night?!” she snapped, her voice sharp and pointed.I tried to think. I remembered getting drunk—but beyond that? Nothing. I returned her glare.She exhaled loudly and shook her head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, Diego. You drink like crazy, but you can’t even handle it. Good thing Mia was still awake last night and caught you before you reached the ocean. Are you insane? Next time, drown yourself in alcohol—not in the sea!”My eyes narrowed, trying to process her words. She marched over and yanked off the blanket st
DIEGOI’ve been on the island for a few days now, but I still haven’t met Dorry’s friend, Mia. When I suggested we stop by the hut, Dorry refused. She said Mia needed time alone to think.As for Dorry, I barely see her either. She says the resort's packed with tourists, so I’m left to my thoughts more often than not. Still sad. Still lost.That afternoon, I wandered down the beach. Anthony was right—it is beautiful here. But no scenery can fix a broken heart. The pain doesn’t stay behind just because I changed locations. It follows me. Lives in me.I stopped when I saw Nelson in the distance, grinning like an idiot with his arms wide open as he chased after a woman walking backward. She looked irritated—so much so that she actually pointed her hat at him like she was ready to whack him with it.I shook my head and turned back to the sea.“Diego!”I heard my name just as the woman’s heel came crashing down on my foot.Damn, that hurt. I swear my toenails died on the spot.She stumbled,