"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

  "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

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

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

Sweet Zhanaia Camince's  I wasn't aware of how long have I been crying, all I knew was it was already dark when I decided to change my position from lying on my side while hugging a pillow to lay properly. My head spun the moment I moved and I knew exactly why; this happened whenever I was crying too much. I surely needed water because of dehydration.  But my body seemed tired although all I did was cry for hours, or I don't even know if it's been hours since I came home and cried. I lost count of the time, I didn't even know if I fell asleep or not. My head also felt heavy and I knew I wouldn't be able to stand for long, otherwise, I'll collapse.  My phone vibrated but I didn't mind it. I don't even know where it was, I just felt its vibration. Just like what I've stated before, I don't entertain anything whenever I was down and all I want was just to be alone and lock myself in my room.  The vibration continues and I closed my ey