I was not in the mood for the rest of the day when I got home. I locked myself in my room, I didn't talk to anyone even when Heartly greeted me when I stepped into the house. My brother looked at me curiously and attempted to ask what happened but I gave him a dismissing wave which shut him up.
The moment I got inside my room, I shut the door behind me and dive on my bed without minding that I haven't changed clothes yet. I closed my eyes, thinking of what happened; I walked out because he slept with another girl.
Although I wasn't in the place to sulk and feel like this, it still hurt. The moment I heard him say he slept with another girl while we were away from each other, I felt my heart broke into pieces and what hurt me more was the fact that I wasn't in the place to feel like this because I wasn't his girlfriend in the first place. Even if he slept with hundreds of women while I was away, it's completely fine. That wouldn't mean he cheated or
"He's not Dion." "And you believe that bastard? Zhanaia, how can you be so dumb?" My mouth parted in utter shock as soon as I heard Zhairo's retort. Wow, just wow. Looked like we were forgetting who's the older one here. I scoffed at his audacity to call me dumb when I'm his older sister. We were silent for a moment before he took a deep breath and apologized. "I'm sorry, okay? I just... I just don't want you to get hurt again. Zhanaia, that man looked exactly like Dion, even his eyes! It is very unlikely for a person to look exactly like someone." "Zhairo, I know," I mumbled. "I know but... Caroline and I made our researcher and aside from their faces and that they were both American, we couldn't pinpoint anything that will connect the two of them." "And Francis? Heartly told me you met Francis again, Dion's cousin. That doesn't connect them? Why on Earth would Francis, Dion's cousin be with Gin, the man w
"Zhanaia, I want you to be my girlfriend. Please, give me another chance. Please, sweetheart." Should I give him another chance like he asked me to? If I do, what would happen? I knew that what I was feeling for him wasn't that pure, it was partly because he looked like Dion, my first love. Dionysus, the man I still love until now despite after all these years and despite the fact that he would never come back. No one knows what happened to him, all I know was that he needed to go back to the US to take a brain surgery. He promised to do his best to survive and come back to me, but he never did. I don't know if it was because he wasn't able to survive or he did survive but just chose not to come back and move on. I was aware that if it was the latter, he might be married and has his own family by now, while here I was, still dwelling with his broken promise. Gin Montero. Dionysus Dausel. Should I give you a
"You sure you won't come with me?" I asked as I put on my earrings. I was in a video call with Gin while preparing for my agenda for today, I will attend the opening day of the art gallery where I saw a few of Dion's paintings. Since the day that I saw it, I was even more conflicted. Not just that, I also started to be easily irritated with everyone, especially Gin. If I wasn't in the mood today, I would probably be annoyed at his response. He shook his head, "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. I have a meeting with an investor today. I couldn't attend with you." Worry was written on his face, probably because he was thinking that I might be mad at him again and lash out, which I have been doing for the last few days. The thought of Dion might be indeed alive and just doesn't want to show himself to me was frustrating. I mean, why wouldn't he show himself? He had a promise, a promise of love that he should fulfill. I locked t
"Francis?" "Zhanaia," My heart sank at the sight of him. And again, all the hopes in me shattered in an instant, making tears swell at the corner of my eyes. Some visitors who heard us because I raised my voice a while ago were looking at me with confusion as if I was someone who's up to make a scene. Well, I was making a scene. Seeing my state, he motioned his men to get me out of the place to which they immediately responded. He ordered them to bring me to the office as he apologized to the visitors. "We're sorry for that, it was just a simple misunderstanding with my men and Miss Camince. Because of too much excitement to host the opening of the gallery, I forgot about our meeting." He even chuckled to make the situation light and thankfully, the visitors bought his reasoning. They chuckled with him and eventually got back on their business, strolling through the gallery as Francis' men guided me to the
Dion was alive. He didn't die. There was a possibility that he would come back. And if he did, what would happen? What would I do? Would I come back to him and leave Gin behind, forget everything that happened to us? "Now that you know that my cousin is alive, what will you do?" "What will happen to your relationship with Gin?" "If ever my cousin comes back, what would you do? Would you leave Gin and come back to Dion?" "Who would you choose?" "Your new lover or your first love?" A heavy sigh escaped from my lungs when Francis' words came back to me and repeated in my head again and again as if an old tape from my great, great, grand mother's old belongings. Now that he said that Dion was alive, everything just got complicated. I thought knowing and having an assurance that my first love was alive, I would be able to sleep peacefully at night, but I was wrong. Everything just got
Sebastian Zhairo Camince's I took a deep breath as I massaged the back of my head. The weather was fine and it should lighten my mood, but then the day was hectic in the restaurant where I was working at. Waiters and waitresses were all out in the whole restaurant, serving food and taking orders from customers. Today wasn't a special day though, but this was normal every weekdays in the restaurant because it was just in the vicinity of the city where company buildings were located. Our customers were mostly office workers and there were also tourists but office workers were the majority of our customers. "Zhairo, clean table four and ask for the new customer's orders," my supervisor instructed me when he entered the staff room. I took a deep breath and tilted my head before fixing my black apron and headed outside. The busy restaurant came into my sight and I took a deep breath before stepping in table four's direction and star
Sebastian Zhairo Camince's "I know the truth, motherfucker. It's time to end your game, fuck you for breaking my sister's heart and playing with her feelings, Dionysus." He didn't seem surprised when I said that, he was still calm as if I didn't just find out his secret. I don't know if it was because he was good at being calm despite any circumstance or because he would make another lie. And when he responded, I figured it was the latter, just as I thought. "Zhairo, I don't know what you are talking about—" "Don't call me Zhairo, bastard. We're not close." He rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Okay, fine. Then why the hell do you keep on insisting that I am Dion? Didn't Zhanaia tell you about their research that would prove my identity, hmm, Mr. Camince?" "They did, but I'm not that easy to fool, jerk. I am well aware that changing identity is a piece of cake with money, and you have that."
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's I was huffing as I reached the hospital's lobby where my brother met me. His eyes were flashing worry and there was something I can't name reflecting on it, but I didn't dwell on that because I came here for a different reason. The hospital brought nostalgia to me, this was also the same hospital where I came with Caroline when Dion's Brain Hemorrhage attacked. But again, I didn't mind it because there was a different reason why I was here. Not an hour ago after Zhairo drove Gin's BMW away in a beast mode, he called and told me that he brought Gin to the hospital. I didn't waste time and immediately rushed after he texted me the hospital's address which coincidentally was the same hospital where Dion was admitted before. My heart was thumping abnormally in my chest, it was as of it would burst out from my ribs anytime. "What happened?" I instantly asked the moment I reached my brother who seemed to be in deep thinking