I parked far away and quickly headed to the mini park near Kaye's workplace bar. We're supposed to meet at the pavilion where we used to hang out with Jonas. I was supposed to pick her up and go to the city's highland, but she said her schedule has been hectic lately, and she only has a little time.I felt sad about it because I couldn't help but think she was avoiding me on purpose, but on the other hand, I'm trying my best to understand her recent actions and not jump to conclusions about what Kaye's been up to. I know the damn truth that Kaye is busting her ass to make ends meet, unlike me.Although I admit that things haven't been good and easy between us since our last encounter, I've been contemplating for a while whether I should just spill everything to her or stick to the original plan.It's been weeks now since I've been wondering if I should tell her everything, especially when she mentioned she knows I haven't been completely honest with her. I really ponder that matter de
I saw Kaye wipe her face with her hands and let out a deep sigh before she got in front of me. Then she passed through me, put her backpack on the marble table, and went to a corner of the pavilion. She kept on taking deep breaths and fixing herself like she couldn't sit still, and then she went to face me again. At that moment, her eyes pierced my soul, and I saw how frustrated, disappointed, and pained she was. I opened my mouth, and with all the things I wanted to say to her, I couldn't find the right words. The only thing that came out was the word "I-I'm sorry…" since I didn't know where to start. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I even saw her bite her lip while looking at me with narrowed eyes. She was so upset, and she was definitely suppressing her anger toward me. "And now you're saying sorry... again, and why? Hmmm?" she said as a tear suddenly escaped her eye. She quickly wiped it away from her eye and cheek. "Are you apologizing because you didn't tell me t
I spilled everything to Kaye—my family, Jonas, recent events, the twin brother drama, and the loss of our parents. But there's one thing I couldn't bring myself to talk about—my true feelings for her. I'm not sure how to handle this situation. It feels like it's too much for both of us, especially Kaye.So, instead of confessing my feelings now, I've put them on hold. It doesn't feel right now, and I don't know the right time. I should be worried about Kaye's reaction after telling my story.As I finished speaking, I couldn't help but worry. My eyes landed on Kaye, listening intently. She wasn't looking at me, lost in her thoughts, wiping tears and sniffles, her face wet with tears.It's gut-wrenching to see her cry, mainly because of me...She cried the entire time, her jaw clenched with deep breaths. Seeing Kaye's reactions, I couldn't help but curse myself. I couldn't bear to see her so miserable and disappointed in me. I felt like punching myself in the face for causing Kaye so mu
I was smiling but also crying. I kissed her head and cherished the comfort of her embrace. As each second passed, Kaye hugged me tighter. Having her in my arms always feels like home."Forgive me, Kaye... I'm sorry—sorry!"Kaye hugged me even tighter, and I did the same to her. Even though she wasn't speaking, her response was enough for me. We stayed in that position for several minutes. Having that moment with her is something I need.Just by embracing each other without anyone speaking, we both made each other feel understood. During those hours, only sobs and sniffles dominated between us, including the fast and incessant beating of our hearts. And that warm embrace we were giving each other was enough to provide comfort and help us understand each other's feelings at that particular moment.It felt like I didn't want our hug to end. I didn't care if I missed my flight; I could spend the rest of the day hugging her tightly as if there was no tomorrow. How I wish we could stay like
A tear dropped as I finished reminiscing about the past while Kaye was asleep, just crying silently. I reached out, wiped away those tears lingering on her cheeks, and smiled bitterly. 'I hate myself that even after all these years, all I bring to Kaye is pain... maybe... I will never be good enough for her.' I sighed deeply once again, then stood up. I tucked her in, ensuring she was comfortable, adjusting the covers and brushing away a few strands of hair falling on her face. For a moment, I ran my fingers over her beautiful face, tracing every feature, then smiled as I gazed at her with teary eyes before leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I missed you... so much!" I softly but firmly said after the kiss, gently pressing her cheek with my thumb. Before long, I stood straight and took a few soft steps towards the door to leave Kaye's room. Carefully, I opened and closed the door behind me as I exited. But before finally shutting it, I stole one last glance at her. Once I was su
SO I understand now why I couldn't just forget about those eyes that almost killed me with just one look after a long time. That feisty woman who never thinks twice about challenging me. My mind may forget, but I could say my heart recognizes her. I couldn't fully understand those times. But since that event happened to us, I couldn't sit still. I often dreamt of her, searching for her without reason until I decided to get a private investigator to find her... to see Kaye. It wasn't easy, especially when she was suddenly gone for five years and even changed her name. For the second time, I thank the heavens for giving us another chance to meet again. I'm not the type who believes in destiny, but what happened with Kaye and me involves destiny. I thought I was just obsessed with her because I was looking for her and wanted to know about her, and then I found out she has kids... our kids. When I saw her again at the mall with those kids, I knew in my heart who she was, and those kids w
I woke up to sunlight touching my skin and hitting my face. I moaned with annoyance because it was blinding. How did the sun's rays manage to penetrate the curtains of my room's window?How did that happen?As far as I can remember, I didn't remember opening the window and pulling its curtains.So how?I was wondering, and even though I was too lazy to open my eyes, I forced myself to open them, even though they seemed reluctant to open. My head felt heavy—the aftermath of drinking too much wine.I opened my eyes but not wide enough; as I attempted, I closed them again and changed positions. I turned around to the different side of the bed, the right side since the large window is on the left side of this unit."Ahhh! What is this?" I groaned irritably. Lying on my side, I covered my head with a pillow and tried to go back to sleep.But when I heard a creak from my door, I suddenly became alert and opened my eyes under my pillow—actually, I was very wide awake. My forehead creased as
Why do I feel this way? Whenever he hugs me, I feel something unexplainable right from the start... For some reason, Dylan's embrace always gives me relief, security, and comfort that I can't even explain to myself. It's like my body knows him so well. My body seems to trust him, which is why I easily give in to him and find it so hard to push him away. But is this right? I was trapped inside Dylan's strong arms. I could consciously feel how tight his embrace was. We were standing facing each other, but I wasn't hugging him back—it was just him holding me. I could also feel every exhale on my neck becoming aggressive. I also found myself swallowing my saliva multiple times as if something was blocking my throat. I don't know what else to say. How should I react to what he's doing? I know now that it's peaceful and I really like it. I close my eyes, wanting to cry. That's how I feel. Is this the same feeling I had with Jonas before? Unfortunately, it's not... even though I loved