I was awakened by a noise coming from around me. That sleep indicates that someone is cooking or something in the kitchen of the house. Even the cutlery I could hear making noise. But my head's still spinning, something I have never felt for over a year. Instead of getting up, I just covered myself with a blanket and buried myself deeper into my soft pillow. But I couldn't go back to sleep because of the knock on the bedroom door. I didn't answer. I just remained motionless while waiting for that person to approach. I can't get the nervousness but the surprise is that I wasn't kicked. I am satisfied that I am far from harm. But how he got in here I don't know. Despite being tucked under the blanket, the familiar smell of Waldo's perfume still stung my nose. His familiar aquatic scent that I missed. The scent that used to give me comfort knowing that he was beside me. "Wake up, honey. It's already lunchtime. You need to eat," he softly said. "How did you get in here?" I asked inst
I could not distinguish if I was comfortable or if I was just simply happy being out in public with Waldo. I can't imagine or change now that the two of us are together after more than a year that our paths diverged. And I feel like he is too. I couldn't even feel the wilderness in his every natural action. He was holding my hand tightly, intertwined with his while his thumb was gently caressing the back of mine. He's been doing that for a while, ever since we got out of the car after arriving at the mall he brought me to. Me too, I can't find it in myself to complain about holding hands with him. I could even feel myself seeking the warmth of his hand. "What are we going to do here?" I asked in surprise. I quickly looked at my clothes that didn't match what Waldo brought me. I was wearing a white casual split v-neck chiffon blouse that I paired with red peg-leg pants. It's a good thing I'm wearing white sneakers and not the office sandals that will surely sink the first step I ta
Waldo's POVRegret. Hatred. Agony. Those were the key players that controlled my life for the past years. I embraced those feelings, reminiscing about the reason why I ended up lost. Echoes of cries and their wailings still visit me in my dreams, reminding me of the grief we all felt that night of her goodbye. Years may have passion but the guilt and regrets still reside in my heart. Would I be able to escape this hell of mine? I tried to get up. To turn my attention to others to forget. But everything has no effect. It's just a short-term solution and after the day I'll be back to the point of collapse and no fight. I thought I would be able to cover up entering a relationship but I only gave myself more trouble. I know that simply getting into a new relationship won't erase the traces he left behind. I'm only fooling myself, what I believe to be a lie will never be true. "I know you love me. And I love you too much. I was exhausted, Waldo, to the point that I was no longer able t
“Would you rather do it the classical way? Or would you try to do all the options and choose the best possible way? ”I asked myself as my forefinger continued tracing the rim of the coupe champagne glass in front of me.My cheek was pressed against the cold and hard bar counter where I was currently seated. In front of me are the champagne glass and empty tequila bottle that are my company since earlier. I already finished it ten minutes ago and am now on my way to finish my first bottle of champagne.I could feel the vibration of the bar counter caused by the booming music surrounding the whole place. And it's only worsening the dizziness that I am feeling. I'm not drunk yet despite what I've been drinking but I'm already feeling a little dizzy. But it's still not enough for me to go home. I still need more, a lot more, enough for me to just pass out the moment that my back touches the soft mattress of my bed.“Oh, shoot ...” I moved my fingers sideways to contradi
Nervous. Fast heartbeat. Cold. Buckets of sweat on palm and forehead. And a face that lost its color. That’s what I see in my reflection in the rearview mirror of my car. My face signifies the fear that I am feeling right now, the nervousness that was eating me alive. With a trembling hand, I took the last lipstick I was carrying and put it on my pale lips. I put a light color on my lips as it was already running out. And when I was satisfied I put the lipstick back on the dashboard of my car. I was engulfed in a resurgence of nervousness in my heart when I saw the figure of the person I was waiting for. He's wearing his usual corporate suit as he takes his exit from the building that he owns, Cruz Empire. Black slacks, white polo underneath a black tux, and a pair of expensive leather shoes. Seeing him up close after two weeks made me miss him so much. And one proof of that was the tears that are gradually filling my eyes. My heart was beating erratically for hi
I grinded my hips in a flirty way against the crotch area of the man behind me. I can already feel his erection brushing against my bump but that didn't make me stop. I could already feel the bullets of sweat on my neck traveling down between my exposed cleavage. The 3G bar was packed once again. Everyone is wild, everyone moves without any care about what tomorrow holds for them, and everyone moves freely. And I did the same. My moves started to become wilder. Every sway of my hips and each waves my body makes gradually grew bigger and bolder. I felt like I was getting attention because of what I was doing but I didn’t care and just kept on dancing. This was what I needed, the freedom and the distraction to temporarily forgot my problems. “You’re hot,” the guy I am dancing with whispered close to my ears. The smirk disappeared from my lips. "You like it?" I asked, seductively, trying to flirt more than what we are already doing. “You’re making me
I lay my back on the hard bamboo, my bed, as my mind started its own trip down to memory lane. I keep on recalling tha meeting I had with Harris earlier. I couldn’t find the peace I badly needed right now as my heart goes heavy because of the unresolve issues he have. The peace I had been looking for only got farther from my reach, making me put in chaos once again. The deafening silence surrounding my apartment didn’t help me at all, instead, it only serves as the fuel for my head as memories of our past continues to flow in my head. And I couldn’t even figure how I could make my way out. I don’t want it. I’m fucking sick of it. It just repeatedly reminds me of things I just wanted to forget. I feel drained. I feel tired. Even the drunkenness has completely left me. What we talked about kept coming back to my mind. And his anger… I don’t think I’d be able to forget thar. I could clearly feel it, with the way he talked to me, the pain I caused him. And how I lef
I was quickly wrapped up by annoyance upon being awaken due to the consecutive loud banging on my door. I was barely a few miles away from there so my ear could clearly hear the noise that the person behind it was making. I stood up and immediately fixed my frizzt hair before opening the door for the person who had ruined my sleep. And I was quickly horrified and angered to see the people behind it. If only I could close the door again I would have done it a few milliseconds after opening it. I was greeted by a batch of big bodyguards who were securing the two old couple at the center. Of course, they’ll find me. Why didn't thought of the possibility of them finding me? It was no doubt that there was disgust im their faces.while scanning the environment I was living with. "What are you doing here?" I asked, not hiding my anger for them. Despite the sharp glance I threw at them, their cold stare didn’t fade, something that was natural to them. They would