Always

Always

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By:  Ayu S AndinyOngoing
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All her life, Bryanna thought sparks in your heart, butterflies in your belly was the start of a great love story. She saw it in her parents' and best friend's relationships. So, when Nate walked in and made her a blubbering mess, Bryanna was pretty sure he was the one. But the sparks he started? Those butterflies he awaken? Left her heart broken and ... pregnant. Then there was Lincoln. His grumpy self and brooding expression saved her from herself and it scared her. What was this? But if one thing those hurt Nate caused taught her was; that true love is hard to find, and it is something you don't let go. You'll hold for that kind of love forever. For ... Always. **** I loved Bryanna since as long as I can remember. And I loved her enough to see her happy with someone else. But, when that fu*ker left her? I snapped. But love had never been easy. Now that she finally knows that I love her, I will do my best to prove my love. I have loved her from the start, I will love her forever. I will love her, ... Always.

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Chapter 1

1. Bryanna

“No, you’re not!”

My phone suddenly fly out of my hand. “Hey!” I sit from the laying down I did just moments ago. “Mo, I know you’re upset with me but please don’t take it out on my phone, okay?”

Morwenna “Mo” Hattersley has been my best friend since as long as I can remember. Our fathers were college best friends became partners in Jackson and Hattersley and partners, a law firm they’ve built together for nearly three decades. Our mothers instantly became friends after they met our fathers, had had so many double dates, girls days and nights sent them on the fast train to become best friends too.

And now they're like our extended family. Shared birthdays, celebrations, holidays and vacations.

Morwenna and I, we were truly what people say the opposite faces in the same coin. Being the go-getter, you-only-live-once kinda girl she is, Mo will be the one girl you find bungee-jumping, zip-lining, or do anything adrenaline-related (because adrenaline rush was so addictive, her words not mine, that crazy girl). And every the fashionista, her obsession on fashion world and celebrities is bordering unhealthy. Mo will be the first to know updates on fashion, celeb gossips, and what-oh-so-in on the internet.

But the unhealthy obsession was what make her good at what she's doing as a professional shopper.

Meanwhile I, on the other hand, well, I am me. I, of course, chose to spend my free time hiding behind the pages of romance novels I love so much. Or, laying on my hammock in my parents’ backyard, under the sun, listening to some ballad or acoustic songs with my headphone on. Or, had snuggle fest with Boo, my giant brown teddy bear a give from an ex, binge-watched N*****x on the couch.

I still did those, but instead of in the backyard, I have a hanging hammock chair which I put in the corner of my room near the floor to ceiling glass window with the central park view. And I didn't bring Boo with me when I moved out of the house.

I binge-watch N*****x snuggle buddy-less and without the 'chill' part. (You know what I mean). Sigh.

She was the blonde to my brunette.

The skinny to my curvy.

The super model goddess to the plain me.

“Whatever! But you, Bryanna, have to pinky swear me you won’t be there!”

Her and her pinky swear. I'm shaking my head in my head.

Yeah, she was the fun to my nerd, all right.

We're in my room. I am sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing my respective pajama--thread bare, very old gray t-shirt with holes, I admit, and flanel pants with smiley face all over them. In the meantime, Lady Bryanna is wrap in black silk dress.

It’s crystal that Mo doesn’t like my plan. She’s not only doesn’t like it, she hates it with all of her. Look at how her stilletto ruins my rug with her pacing. That’s how she tried to control herself before she’d go ballistic on me.

“But, Mo, I have to do this. I need to do this. Then I’ll be done.”

At least, I can promise her that.

Hearing the resign in my voice, her pace slows. I know her intention is good, she don’t want me to get hurt, again, but she have to understand that I have to do this, for me. For me so I can get my closure and move on with my life. For me because I don't want to have any regret. For me so I can say my goodbye.

What she don’t know is--at least not yet-- that from now on, everything won’t be the same anymore.

No matter what.

****

*Six months ago*

I close my eyes, massaging my forehead hoping the headache these sheets on my desk brings would lessen. It’s only ten in the morning and my head feels like ready to explode. This past couple months, I’ve been slaving myself on this project for a brand new hotel downtown. I can’t complain, though, the paycheck will be worth it.

“Hey, girl, whatsup?” I answer the call after checking the picture on the screen.

“Happy birthday!” she yells, literally in my ear so I have to drag the phone away because I want to keep my eardrum safe.

“Mo, this is the third times you shout it in three hours. And for the third times, I want to say thank you and ask you to stop,” I tell her half-amused half-serious.

“And here I am, committed to give it to you twenty-four times. It’s your 24th birthday, girl.”

Don’t I know it. “Will you stop if I ask you nicely?”

“Of course not!”

I roll my eyes. Sometime I think exaggeration is her middle name. “Okay, you know I’m deeply moved by your action, your dedication to remind me of my birthday, but please, Mo, please, instead of calling me, please just text the rest of the congratulations. You know I am in the middle of working my ass off for this project. Please?” I wonder if she can see me through my pleases.

“Oookaaay,” she sing-songs. I can hear the amusement in her voice. “See you at Stewart’s then. Don’t be late. Bye!”

She hung up on me.

****

Stewart’s is a popular bar downtown we’ve been regularly visiting since the early age of drinking. Besides the warm and comfortable vibe, Bradley Stewart, the owner, has consistently have a live music performance three days a week for their evening crowd. As a former rock-god slash bar-owner, Brad wants to provide good food and good music, the two important things in life, he said, at the same time. He wants his place to give those new musicians out there a fighting chance in reaching their dreams, a point to start, to nurture their talent, to introduce themselves to the world.

Now that Brad was planning to retire and finally going to give his wife a vacation he promised her forever ago, he started to include his son, Lincoln, in running this place, who happens to be my older brother’s best friend.

Morwenna and some of our college friends are already waiting when I get to the table. Misty, Claire, Glenn and Ben stands and gives me their congratulatory hugs and kisses. Glenn even doing the curtsy when he grab my chair. “Have a seat, milady.” He winks before setting on the chair beside me. Always the flirt.

As if on cue, Brad comes to the table singing Happy Birthday, soon my friends joining him and we attracts another patrons’ attention which then joining them as well. One of the server, Tris, trailing behind with a mad stack of what I guess are banana pancakes, a candle in the middle. I reaches Mo’s hand and mouthed thank you.

This was our ritual, having birthdays here, but even a ritual could always get you emotional, you know. With teary eyes and tender heart, I blow the candle. “Thank you so much, you guys.”

“Special treat for my special girl.” Brad hugs me. “Happy birthday.”

“Happy birthday, little Jackson,” Lincoln parrots. Well, it doesn’t surprise me I don’t notice him standing near. Lincoln always come and go as he please.

“Well, hello there.” Is heard through the speaker. “Next number is a special request for our birthday girl. Happy Birthday.”

I look at the stage. “Is he new?” a question ask to no one in particular.

“Yeah, he came by and saw me two weeks ago. Asked him to sing a few, thought he was good and he’s been performing for two days,” answers Brad who’s still standing behind me. Lincoln who had stood beside him before is nowhere to be found.

“Just listen to him. I asked him to play something special as your present. But I don’t know what song he will play. Guess we’ll see. Hope you like it. And again, happy birthday, Sweetheart.” He kisses my temple. “I’ll leave you to it, then. You guys have fun. On the house tonight.”

Before I could protest, he waves his hand bye and head back to his office.

The sound of guitar playing fills the room.

'Let’s dance, little stranger, show me secret sins'

With the stage front and center, a foot higher than the rest of the cafe, it’s easy to spot the person whom the really smooth voice are belong. Sitting on a stool, an acoustic guitar in hand, his fingers strums the strings effortlessly.

'Won’t you dance with me, in my world of fantasy'

'Won’t you dance with me ...'

I look at him and there are the most beautiful set of blues. I look, he looks and from the first time those beautiful ocean eyes grabbed my hazels, I feel something flutter inside me. I don’t know what, but it compells me to just stare at him.

And listen to his sweet voice.

And I think he knows what is happening in me, because he smirks.

And my oh my ... that little smirk.

Here comes trouble.

****

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Byul
semangat ka ayu...
2022-03-01 12:58:29
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Alif Khan
im enjoy read this book, Bryana stay strong!
2022-02-21 16:51:32
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PuteriSenja
The best banget ...
2022-02-21 14:42:48
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Rezquila
Cool. You're story alwys amazing as always
2022-02-21 05:08:49
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Ar_key
bagus nih ......
2022-02-21 05:04:04
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Aisy Me
keren kak...
2022-02-21 01:07:58
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Mia Ananta
Good Story ......
2022-02-20 13:09:23
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NAS
baca ini dan dia pengen burger & fries aku jadi laper thor .. hayooo lanjut lah thor ... semangat!!
2022-02-20 12:59:52
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Ursa Mayor
Even i don't understand what the story about, it's a nice story.
2022-02-20 12:45:24
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Neoma
Bagus nih ceritanya,.lanjut ...
2022-02-19 13:41:07
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Nona_happy
good job! i like it
2022-02-19 13:32:01
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Ee_Maa
lanjut Kak,
2022-02-19 12:46:55
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Amie_C.T
Amazing, good luck for you .........
2022-02-19 12:41:54
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Veedrya
This is so sad ............ i cried!!!
2022-02-19 12:33:49
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RG
Gosh I felt her pain … no matter how pretty one can be there is always self doubt ! Stupid stupid Nate !! Give her happiness soon plzzzz
2022-02-19 03:41:28
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48 Chapters
1. Bryanna
“No, you’re not!”My phone suddenly fly out of my hand. “Hey!” I sit from the laying down I did just moments ago. “Mo, I know you’re upset with me but please don’t take it out on my phone, okay?”Morwenna “Mo” Hattersley has been my best friend since as long as I can remember. Our fathers were college best friends became partners in Jackson and Hattersley and partners, a law firm they’ve built together for nearly three decades. Our mothers instantly became friends after they met our fathers, had had so many double dates, girls days and nights sent them on the fast train to become best friends too.And now they're like our extended family. Shared birthdays, celebrations, holidays and vacations.Morwenna and I, we were truly what people say the opposite faces in the same coin. Being the go-getter, you-only-live-once kinda girl she is, Mo will be the one girl you find bungee-jumping, zip-lining, or do anything adrenaline-related (because adrenaline rush was so addictive, her words not min
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2. Bryanna
“What do you think about Lincoln?”I hear the front door close. “What?” I ask, trying to act nonchalant. After taking off those killer heels, I prop my dying feet on the coffee table. Still a mystery as to why women would wear them willingly knowing what they could do to your feet.But I am grateful for my sore feet that is distracting me from another type of pain that the mere mention of he who I swear I hate caused.“Oh, come on.” Mo rolls her eyes and plops down beside me on the couch. “We’ve been to Stewart’s forever, Bry, and I’ve seen the way he looked at you.”I can't help the sour chuckle that escapes. “What way, Mo?” Shaking my head I point at her nose. “You’re impossible, you know that, right?”Morwenna bats my finger as she leans to me so we’re eyes to eyes. “No.” She does this half whisper half-shriek thing. “You are. I think he likes you.”“And I KNOW he doesn’t like me. At all," I emphasize. "Lincoln is Adrian’s best friend, remember?”“So what?” she asks again, none the
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3. Bryanna
Work is work. Meetings had keeping me out of the office and to say I am beat was understatement. I am dead on my feet. I dive into the couch as soon as I’m home. Judging by the feel the apartement gives, Morwenna is still out. Which is happening more recently. Hm.My phone suddenly rings on the coffee table alerting a FaceTime.“Hey, there, cuz.” Michael’s face fills the screen. "Hi, you. Give me a sec.” I prop a cushion beneath my head. “You busy?” “Nope.” I pop the p. “Just got home from work.” “Okay, I won’t be long then. Just want to say happy birthday to my best cousin in the world,” he says. “And to remind you that there’ll be a package waiting for you this weekend.” Michael chuckles and winks. I roll my eyes. “You know I will hunt your ass down to wherever you are now if this package isn’t what I am hoping, right, Mike?” I try to pull my meanest face to threaten him. But, everyone knows there’ll be nothing that scare the Mighty Michael. “You’re funny,” he mocks. “That was
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4. Bryanna
It’s Saturday, after all, and I’m running on my favorite track at Central Park, my shoes hits the concrete in a steady thump, thump, thump, in sync with the beating of my heart. The sunrays is peeking through between the trees, another early birds are busy with their pick of activities. They're warming up, riding their bicycles, even those yoga enthusiasts are already making pretzel pose with their bodies.My smartwatch beeps, telling me I’ve done my five miles for today so I begin to slow my pace and head back towards my car. Fumbling with my earphone, I don’t see where I’m going and crash with something, or someone. It lands me on my ass and send my phone to its meeting with the path.“Ouch!” A small bad word escapes my lips through gritted teeth and I hope to heaven whoever near can’t hear it. Assuming from the pain on my right lady bum, I’ll leave this park with a bruise in the size of Texas. Great.“God, I’m sorry. You okay?”My brain needs a little more time to process those word
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5. Bryanna
Landon was just asking Jamie if she wanted to go out with him when Mo comes barelling from the front door with few paper bags in her hands. I sit and hit pause. Shane West and Mandy Moore froze.“Guess who’s back from a shopping trip with her future mother in-law?” she exclaims. She drops those bags on the floor and plops down the other side of the couch. Dreamy sigh leaves her pink-tinted lips.I know with one thousand percent of certainty that this was not her first time doing shopping with Tom’s mother. But she always come home like this anyway; sated and happy.“How’s your day?” she asks. Looking at me, my state of dressing, and the stilled scene on the screen, she chastises, “Don’t tell me you’ve been vegging out on this couch all day.” An even scowl replaces her smiley face.I feign hurt, clasping my hands over my chest. “How cruel of you to think about me like that!”She rolls her eyes at my antic. A flower-printed cushion comes flying my way. I catch it before it make contact w
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6. Bryanna
I stand in front of the tall mirror in my room. In a black halter top, dark-washed high-waisted skinny jeans, and my peep-toe black suede booties, face painted with natural look--because I don’t want to give a wrong vibe, I feel excited. I can’t remember when was the last time I dressed up for a date. Or hanging out with a guy, in this case. Whatever.I grab my cobalt suede fringe jacket before heading out. Closing the door, I find Mo and Tom curls up on the sofa watching a movie. “Someone’s ready to kill tonight,” Tom whistles.“You look good,” Mo says on approval. “I like this waves. And the outfits.” She eyes me from top to bottom and nods.“I like it too,” I replay, grinning. “I hope it’s not too much.”“Nah, girl, you’re perfect.” She untangles herself from Tom and stands to smooch my temple. “I feel like a proud momma sending her daughter to her first prom.” She fake wipes her eyes.Tom shakes his head at her antic. “Darling, let the girl be.” He pulls her down. “You’ll be fine,
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7. Bryanna
Unsurprisingly, nothing can steady the butterflies in my belly and the heady feeling that kiss left me with until this morning. I have to admit that after getting on my bed, I couldn’t stop reliving that kiss over and over again, even my dream. Hence my good mood though I didn’t sleep that long.Or, that well. Wink! His kiss, oh my God, his kiss was soooo good I can still taste it on my lips. How Nate stirred my feelings with only his tongue. I cannot imagine what will happen to me if we ever go further than that. I will be doomed, of that I’m sure. But, it will be a good way to go, right? To die in the arms of your loved ones. To die in pleasure. To die in love. Ah, in love. I can’t wait to– “Bug, wake up! I brought your joe and cupcakes!” Yummy! There's coffee! And ... Wait, what? Isn’t that Adrian’s voice? He is in my apartment? Why is he in my apartment? What did he just say? Joe? Cupcakes? Wait, wait, wait. Cupcakes. Cupcakes! “Coming!” I shout from behind my bedroom doo
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8. Bryanna
My confusion and anger comes to the surface again right after I finish one more cupcake and my caramel macchiato. Don’t laugh. It’s like my body knows what I need so it urged me to feed on some energy before prosecuting what my heart want. Probably twenty minutes behind Adrian’s departure, I put the remaining cupcakes in the fridge and head straight to shower. I have one mission and I want to get my hand on it as fast as I can. I cannot wait to tell Lincoln what’s on my mind. I cannot wait to tell him to shove his unneeded judgement to where the sun don’t shine. An hour later—God, I hate driving in this city—I charge into Stewart’s, having no care about the closed sign on the door. I know he is here. He must be. There’s no other place Lincoln will be but here.The brightly lit room welcomes me. But the broody butthole behind the bar? Not so much. Lincoln stares me down like he doesn’t have any idea what I am doing here. Well, maybe he doesn’t, but it is just because he didn’t kno
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9. Bryanna
I drive home in a daze, my mind keeps replaying Lincoln’s sad eyes. And each time, the feeling in my stomach worsen. Now after everything was out, I begin to think that maybe I over-reacted. Maybe Lincoln was just looking out for me. Maybe he thought of me as his little sister he should protect. Maybe Adrian was right. Oh, God ....But, no! He doesn't deserve my guilt. After ... after that, he doesn't deserve anything from me.Damn it! Why do I have this conflicting feelings?I bang my head to the headrest, hoping the hurt will distract me from this gnawing feeling I feel within. I couldn’t find any satisfaction I thought I would feel. When everything is said and done, what was left is–A vibrating sound interrupts my train of thoughts. I glance at the lit up screen before turn left and lead my car to the assigned parking lot. I unlock my phone.Nate : wanna hangout tonight?Joy instantly kicks the worry out of my head and fulfills the space inside the car. My heart begins to race in
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10. Lincoln
I wonder how many times a heart can break until it could not be repair again.I got my first hit today. It was when the only girl I ever loved told me I didn’t have any say in her business. She told me to stay away from her life. She told me to stay away from her. Believe me I tried. I really did. Beside, at that time, I didn’t want to have an intimate meeting with Adrian’s right hook. He has a mean one, even back then. But, this wasn’t a problem anymore. Nothing get past my best friend. He was—and still is—observant to a fault. I still remember the day when he outed me. I chuckles to the thought. Fuck, did I really think I could hide something this big from him? That night freshmen year in college, we were at a beach. Although we were new, we always got invited to any upperclassmen parties because of his and my dad’s names. Adrian was making the best out of it. Me? Nah. I was busy pining a certain brunette back at home. “The fuck, Bro?” drawls Adrian. He is pissed drunk. “Yeah,
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