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“Do you know each other?” I heard Istanio’s voice echoed when he already reached our direction with his confused expression. I looked away after I noticed this stranger in front of me was glancing as he smirked. Istanio smiled at me while I started to eat the food I have ordered earlier. I shook my head after I met Istanio’s eyes and forehead wrinkled in frustration. I saw them fist bump while I listen silently to their conversation. It’s hard to be in this situation, where I left behind when others started talking such. I feel my phone vibrated saw text message from Camila. I haven’t informed her properly about my leaving. I licked my lower lip after I wiped off the napkin to every corner of my mouth. “She was my schoolmate,” said Istanio and saw him in my peripheral vision how he glimpse at me. “How is staying here, Calden?” he asked as this Calden moved his shoulders and flexed it as he put on the earphone . We started to get back on our apartment. I happened to cross path wit

The next morning, I feel unwell and wasn’t feel comfortable even I left alone in my room. What Carx had done to me was unforgettable and brought me into biggest trauma that would forever hunt me, even in daylight. I couldn’t help but shed in tears again. I was laying in this hospital bed. There was none of them visiting me. Even Camila that I wished had changed her mind at least just to see me if I was doing fine. She really change and becoming unpredictable. I reached my phone and saw missed calls and messages from my parents. One message caught my attention and notice it was an unknown number. The message told something I wish I was familiar of it since that first time of meeting each other: ‘I’ll visit you by 9PM, sweetie.’ I was hoping of whoever it was. I became too desperate after everyone had left me broken. They left me being mum all my life, giving me endless trauma, hated my whole being, and blaming me for everything shit I must’ve done. I cried again, but this time becaus

There are moments when you needed to forget them instead of keeping it to yourself alone. I was not expecting to be someone else's priority; all I understood was I'm meant to never end the pattern of my life. Growing up, I lived in a good home. Despite everything, there were still flaws that would haunt me for so long. It was unbearable, and somehow a bit of patience to endure is maybe the only way to resist untold feelings for a long time. Sitting in the table with Trexon's fiancee, I decided to maintain a formal gesture. I noticed Marisa barely touching her food, while Trexon was eating comfortably beside her and wiped his mouth before he spoke. "I was expecting you couldn't make it," Trexon chuckled as he sipped his wine and looked at Marisa, who happened to be slicing the meat harshly. Marie looked at her worriedly; she wasn't speaking, but her gestures meant annoyance. I know Marisa doesn't like me and hasn't even assumed the relationship I had with Trexon. I had no choi

For a moment I held back my emotions; I looked at him in a blank expression as he tried to take a step closer towards me. My hands clenched into fists as he kept moving his way to me. He noticed me balling my fist, then looked away when he caught my glare. I am used to Carx being a coward and mean. After I was confined in the hospital, what made him change his mind and now show me this soft side, when he never showed any mercy when he looked at me? All I'm seeing are his raging eyes, smug face, and audible insults that keep ringing in my ear. I wished I could defend myself and prove to myself that he isn't always right. That he can be cursed for being stupid and ignorant of someone's feelings. He looked down and saw him bite his lower lip. I was trying to control my lips trembling from cold and anger. I could not forget the first time and surely the remarkable last time we met. "What are you even doing here?" I exclaime

I keep glancing Camila's way; after we talked earlier, she became distant and looked lost in a thought. On the other hand, the guests were talking to Elaine, who kept sharing about her experience abroad. She already handed us our gifts; most were printed shirts that she laid out. Mom looked at her, smiling wearily. I know she doesn't like the idea of Elaine leaving her mom, especially knowing she's sick. "I'll prepare the food for you later," Mom said and looked at Trexon, who also stood and looked my way. Camila noticed his cousin's sudden move, then shifted her eyes to me. Mom smiled at me, gesturing to follow her towards the kitchen. I felt cold wash over me, observing Camila's suspicious eyes from Trexon to me. I shrugged it off, trying to forget as I started walking behind Mom. Trexon kept up with my pace and smiled when she found me knitting my brows. Before we could turn left to the kitchen door, I