-=Miranda's Point of View=-"Welcome back, Miranda," I thought dryly to myself while looking at the cold and empty unit in front of me.I already felt so empty after leaving the family I knew back in the orphanage to return here, to this lonely, cold life I have in Manila.As much as it pains me, I knew that I needed to return to my life here in the city, and now I'm back, but still, I have no idea where to begin with.I took a few minutes to scan the interior of my condo unit: nothing had changed since I left. It was still clean, thanks to the person I hired to make sure that this place would still remain clean and tidy after I moved to Anthony's house to be with him when he got into that accident.Honestly, nothing much changed since then, well except one and that is the fact that my emotions are in such a mess right now, I followed my feelings and looked where they got me.I let my emotions overcome me, and it told me to be with the man I love, because of my decision, I broke my he

-=Ang's Point of View=-I told myself not to attend this event, but my desire to see Miranda was too much, that I found myself getting ready and going there.I promised myself that I would only watch her from afar, just like a creepy stalker, that for whatever reason, I would not approach her and let her know of my presence there, but when I saw and heard how an elderly woman was insulting and humiliating Miranda, I just couldn't stand and do nothing, while the woman I love is being disrespected.Without giving it much thought, my feet automatically walked on their own accord and approached them, and I immediately noticed the distress on Miranda's face while looking at her supposed-to-be mother-in-law, who didn't give a damn where she is and what this occasion is all about.If it were before, I may have agreed with this elderly woman, but after knowing the truth and accepting the fact that Miranda is not the horrible woman I pictured her to be, I just can't help but depend on and prot

-=Ang's Point of View=-I felt so disoriented when I woke up because of my phone ringing, the ringing continued telling me that it might be something important or maybe a persistent telemarketer who wanted to hit his or her quota, and if it was the latter, that person would be in big trouble.I didn't dare to open my eyes and just tried to touch the top of my bed where I remembered putting my phone, and luckily the vibration from my phone helped to find it."Hello?" I asked in a groggy kind of way.My eyes were still closed when I answered the phone, so I didn't know who was calling.Waking up with a hangover is not a great experience, but I needed to drink in order for me to momentarily numb the pain I was feeling for not being able to be with the woman I love."Hello, Ang, we need to talk."I felt suddenly awake as I opened my eyes in disbelief, looking at my cell phone since I answered the call, and Miranda's name on the caller ID only confirmed the truth that Miranda called me.It

-=Miranda's Point of View=-"Mommy Mira!" I heard a small voice. coming from the outside of my office, and even without looking, I recognized that voice anywhere, besides, there was only one person who would call me mommy.A wide smile appeared on my lips when I heard the door to my office open, followed by little footsteps, and excited shrill from a little girl."Angeline..." I greeted her with a warm smile, as she happily ran towards me with her little feet.Sister Lita smiled as she watched the little girl run as quickly as her small feet could carry her. I opened my arms wide, eagerly awaiting her approach, and as soon as she walked into my reach, I wrapped her in a big hug, causing a cheerful giggle from her lips. "How's my baby doing?" I asked."I'm good," she replied, showing a wide grin that showed her bunny-liked front two teeth.It was amazing that even at her young age, she could already speak fluently.I decided to stop what I was doing, so I could spend time with her, w

-=Miranda's Point of View=-I entered my room completely drained after that event. Honestly, I'm not even sure how I made it through without breaking down. But now that I was alone, tears welled up in my eyes again, the pain I felt was so intense, that it felt like I was struggling to breathe."Ang..." I wasn't even sure if that name came out of my lips, or if it just stayed at the back of my mind.The way Ang spoke to me served as a terrible reminder; he spoke to me in an unattached tone, as if he were speaking to someone who was not even a part of their lives, which greatly hurt me. Ang's presence completely caught me off guard, and I wasn't able to react right away, but the yearning in my heart intensified and I had to stop myself from walking towards him to beg for another chance.A chance I had longed for over the last two years, a possibility that Ang would return and tell me that over these years, his feelings for me didn't faze and he truly loved me, but that seemed impossibl