I held my breath the moment I heard Dorry’s name. I froze in my seat, unable to even turn my head. I pulled my hat lower and kept my gaze down.But from the corner of my eye, I could still see Dorry standing and cheerfully greeting someone.“Take a seat, Danica!” she said, her voice full of excitement.“Thanks, Dorry. Sorry, I’m late—my husband got a little clingy,” Danica replied, equally cheerful.“It’s fine! Oh, by the way, this is my friend, Mia.”Danica offered her hand, and I shook it, still not daring to look up. My chest tightened with fear—what if she was that Danica? Diego’s cousin…“Mia, are you that hungry that you can’t take your eyes off the food?” Dorry teased.Only then did I realize I’d been staring at the dishes too hard.“Yeah… I’ve been starving for a while,” I said, eager to change the subject.“Sorry, Mia. Please, go ahead and eat,” Danica said kindly.Without another word, I started devouring the shrimp.“Are you seriously not going to take off your hat, Mia?!”
I could still hear Romeo’s angry shouts as I jumped out the window. A cry tore from my throat when my back landed on something hard at the top of the garbage pile below.Despite the searing pain from the cuts and bruises, I forced myself to move. Eyes shut tight, I crawled away from the heap of trash.Tears, snot, and sweat mixed on my face, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. I sobbed uncontrollably, barely able to stand, but still, I pushed myself to walk.I wanted to run to the café and ask for help, but I didn’t want to drag my friends into this. Worse, Romeo might catch up with me if I dared go near the building.I walked away without looking back, ignoring the stabbing pain in my body. A crazy laugh escaped me when I spotted a taxi approaching.“Sir, please... police station!” I begged breathlessly as I scrambled inside. The driver didn’t ask questions; he drove off immediately.I cried harder, burying my face in my trembling hands. He stayed silent, eyes occasi
I couldn’t get Romeo out of my mind.I spent the whole day lying in bed, but I couldn’t sleep. My chest felt heavy—like I couldn’t breathe.It was already late in the afternoon when I finally decided to go downstairs. My foot didn’t hurt anymore. I needed air. I needed space to think—to ease the weight pressing down on me.“Vianna May, why are you forcing yourself to come down?” Mom exclaimed when she saw me on the stairs.“Mom, please don’t be mad. I’m okay now. I’m just getting restless staying in my room,” I said gently.“But your foot…” she said, clearly worried.“Mom, I already treated it and changed the bandage,” I said, showing her my foot. “Please, let me go out. Just for a little while,” I pleaded as I hugged her.“Fine, you’re so stubborn,” she sighed. “But call me right away, okay? So I won’t worry.”“Yes, Mom, I’ll call you,” I promised, planting a loud kiss on her cheek before letting go.“Take care, and walk slowly!” she called after me. I gave her a sweet smile and a sm
The car gradually slowed down until it finally came to a stop. Romeo cursed under his breath, pounding the steering wheel again and again.“Are you insane? Why did you take off your seatbelt?!” He threw another punch at the wheel, eyes blazing with fury as he glared at me.“Yes! I am insane—driven mad trying to understand you!”I immediately stepped out and slammed the door behind me. My strides were long, desperate to get away from him. I didn’t care that the road was dimly lit.I just needed space to breathe. To let my heart rest—this heart that aches because of Romeo.I love him. But I no longer understand him. I don’t even know what’s going on with him.I walked faster. In my rush, I twisted my ankle, but I ignored the pain. I slipped off my heels and kept going, occasionally glancing behind me in hopes a taxi or tricycle might pass. Nothing.I’d gone quite far. Fatigue and fear were starting to creep in. The road was empty. My shoes and clutch were heavy in my hands, and my dre
"Sir Romeo!” slurred a drunken familiar voice—hiccuping. It was Roselyn.I knew it was her. Even when drunk, her voice still carried that sweetness. I immediately stepped out from where I had been hiding.“Roselyn, what are you doing here?” I asked.I didn’t like her sudden appearance, especially in that state. But I couldn’t deny the slight relief I felt. Her arrival came just in time—if she hadn’t shown up, Romeo’s aggression might’ve gone too far.“Via… Vianna May!” she whined and threw her arms around me.“My friends left me! I don’t have any money!” she slurred, collapsing her full weight onto my shoulder.“Get a hold of yourself, Roselyn,” I scolded.She couldn’t even stand properly. Her breath reeked of rotten guava.“If you’d just gone home earlier, we wouldn’t be disturbed like this!” Romeo snapped as he pulled out his phone. I knew he was booking a ride for her.Roselyn’s lips trembled, her eyes brimming as she stared at Romeo, who had his head lowered.Soon her ride arrived
"You shouldn’t have come back, Diego. You shouldn’t have stirred up those painful memories."I looked like a fool, pouring out all my pain to the cold bathroom wall in front of me. I didn’t even mind the freezing water continuing to fall over my body, soaking me through.“Vianna May, what on earth are you doing?!”Mom suddenly appeared. She turned off the shower and held my shoulders, turning me around to face her. My eyes met the sorrow in hers.“I know it hurts to remember the past. It hurts me, too, sweetheart, because I’m the reason we ended up in that situation. I was foolish… blinded by a love that was already wrong!”“I’m sorry, Mom… because of me, those memories came rushing back again,” I said, eyes downcast.“It’s not your fault. We both knew this day would come. Sooner or later, we’d be forced to face those painful memories—no matter how hard we try to forget.”She smiled, but her eyes still shimmered with unshed tears.“What matters now is that we’re no longer the same peo