"GOOD morning, Dad." I greeted my Dad when I saw him on the breakfast table. He was already having breakfast.
"Good morning, hija," my father looked at me. "What time did you go home last night?"
I pulled up a chair, sat on it and poured orange juice on my glass. "Almost two, I think." I glanced at the breakfast in front of me. I put some pancakes on my plate.
"I noticed your car isn't in the garage."
I pursed my lips. "Lenos took me home last night."
His eyebrows rose. "Are you two together already?"
I casually nodded while sipping on my orange juice. "Uhuh…"
"Ma'am Cresia."
One of our helpers entered the kitchen with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. She handed it to me. "There's delivery for you."
I immediately smiled when I saw it was black roses. I opened the card and saw Lenos' handwritten note for me.
Good morning. I'll pick you up before dinner tonight.
"HERE is a glass of margarita."I said as I placed a glass of cocktail drink in front of Lenos."Wow," he said, looking at the alcohol in front of him and then to me. "You're good at this, baby."I chuckled. "Come on, bottom's up."He grabbed the glass and drank it in one gulp.We were in Polaris tonight. It was still an hour before the opening so I decided to show Lenos how to mix drinks."When did you learn how to mix alcohol?" he asked after he placed the empty glass on the counter."Hmm, I was fifteen, I think."His lips parted and I bit my lips to stop myself fr
"CRESIA?"I was walking on the school grounds of St. Claire when I heard someone call my name. I looked around and then I saw Caren. She was standing a few meters away from me. I smiled at her and her eyes widened as she walked to me."Hi, Caren," I greeted her."It's really you," she said, her face still amazed. "What are you doing here?""I'm bringing lunch to my boyfriend." I replied with a smile. "He works here."I wondered if she'd be shocked if he learned that Lenos was the boyfriend I was talking about."How about you?" I asked her."This is where I study," she answered.
"CRESIA." It was Lenos who welcomed me the moment I opened my eyes. He was sitting beside me while holding my hand."Lenos…" I felt hot tears streamed down my face. "I'm alive, right?" I look at his face. "You remembered me, right?"He nodded. "Of course," he said. I felt his hand on mine. "You just made me worried.""What happened?" I asked him, confused. I looked at his face. His eyes were red from crying. Why did he cry?"You passed out in the middle of the street," he answered. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it while looking at me."Thank God nothing happened because I won't forgive myself…""I saw you with Kyla…" I said in a s
DAMN. I wanted to roll my eyes in disappointment as Marvin’s lips grazed my upper lip. He was such a lousy kisser. It was a bad decision to flirt with this asshole. It's like he has a PhD in the flirting department but in reality, he didn't know how to kiss. So disappointing. I felt like I'm just wasting my time with him. But even before I could entangle my arms on his nape, someone grabbed my hair making me pull myself from the guy I was kissing.“Fuck!” I winced in pain.“You whore!” screamed at me by the woman who was pulling my hair. She was looking at me like she was ready to eat me alive any minute from now.I grabbed her arm to stop her from what she's doing. "Let go of me." How dare this bitch touch me! “Who the fuck are you?”
I WOKE up from the blinding lights. I found myself lying on the ground. In the middle of the streets. Fuck.I tried to remember all the things that happened last night. The last thing I remembered, I was about to cross the street when I saw a familiar girl on the other side of the lane. She was about to get hit by a car but I saved her.I got up and surveyed my surroundings. The girl I saved last night. Where was she now? I remembered I pushed her on the pavement. Fuck. And why was it daylight now? Did I fall asleep in the middle of the road? Was I really drunk last night?I looked down and checked on myself. All I remembered before closing my eyes was that I was covered with my own blood. But how come I was perfectly fine? I didn't see any trace of blood on my dress. I tried to move my hand. I didn&rsqu
“WHAT’S this place?” I asked Kairos. A moment ago, we were in the hospital. But one clicked from his fingers and we were already transported to another place. We were on the edge of a cliff right now. I don’t fucking know where the hell is this place.I looked at the death angel beside me. I have no choice but to believe he’s really a death angel. My death angel. I still couldn't believe this is all happening to me. I wanted to believe that everything is just a dream. That none of this was real."How many times do I have to tell you, but you are not dreaming, Cresia. This is real. This is your reality."His eyes went on a deeper shade of black as he looked at me. Suddenly, fear enveloped me. I automatically took a step back from him.
I LOOKED around my unit. Everything was the same. From the dark wall interior to the beige carpet on the floor. I saw my white Chanel bag seated on the couch. I remembered it was the bag I used that night. I bought it when I went to Singapore last month. I couldn't believe that was the last time I was able to use that bag.After Kairos brought me back to the hospital, I found myself walking down the street until I reached my unit. I still couldn't process everything he had said to me. I refused to believe that my life had suddenly ended.I’ve been living in this unit for five years now. It was gifted to me by Nick, one of my ex boyfriends. He was a vice president of an architectural firm. We only went out for a year but she already gave me a unit on our anniversary. Of all my past boyfriends, he was the most generous. In our one year relations
“HER name is Caren Marcelo. A seventeen-year-old senior high school student.”Kairos was talking beside me while we were watching the high school girl in front of us. According to my death angel, this girl was my mission.The girl, fine, I'd call her Caren, was eating alone on the six seater dining table. She was scrolling through her phone while eating.I surveyed her. She was wearing a school uniform right now: a white blouse and red checkered skirt. She’s tall and pretty. Heart shaped face, almond shaped eyes, small nose and red lips. I bet that even without make-up, her face was still beautiful. I smirked when I saw that her nails were painted black. And she partnered her uniform with a black combat boots. Nice. I liked her style.