Again and again. Another day of Mission Impossible: Try to ignore Drey--not.
Why will I ignore the guy who just gave me oreos yesterday and made me cry?
Please notice the sarcasm, I'm begging.
"Hey, Kath." Sophie nudged my arm and pulled my hair. I glared at her and grabbed the can of Lays she's holding. "Hey, that's mine!" she hissed.
I rolled my eyes heavenwards, "who cares?" I said and ate 3 pieces of Lays at the same time.
"Ugh," Sophie groaned and stood up. "Come on, Kath. If you have a problem then tell it to me." I closed my eyes and sighed.
I don't have a problem.
I have problems.
Singular differs from plural words, that's why.
"Kath." Sophie sat beside me again and sighed. "Okay, if you don't wanna tell, then don't. Don't force yourself, just remember that, we're here. Okay?" She smiled.
I took a deep breath in and smiled, "okay," I said.
"Oh, I need to go," she said as she checks her phon
The summer class has ended a day ago, but still, the pain hasn't. Things are getting absurd and I really don't like what's happening to me.And us.If I just didn't meet that guy that life could be much easier for me.But destiny makes its way to ruin my life."Just one more day," I said to myself. Of course. Just one more day of freaking pain and I might just burst out.Good thing the summer class has ended and all I need to do is to work at Red Velvet's the following day.I took a deep breath in and entered my room. It was peaceful and quiet and peaceful again.Why can't my life be like this room?I sighed and sat on the edge of my bed, then, brought out my Psychology book. I've got the books to explain what's happening to me, but why can't I accept the fact that I have fallen in love with Drey?So deep, so hard, that I cannot even stand on my own feet. It was too fast. I don't know what to do.
"One cheesecake coming right up!" I said and heaved out a huge sigh. Working in Lyza's bakeshop is killing me. I never thought that she'll mess up with my life like how his boyfriend did to me.I can't blame her, tho."I don't need lazy waitresses in my cafe, Kath.""I-I'm, I'm doing everything!" I said, trying to control the pitch of my dang voice. "I just need a break, Lyza. Please," I whispered, almost sounding like a young girl trying to convince her mother to buy her a new toy.One of her eyebrows arched as looks at me, "You want to take a break?" she asked and crossed her arms. I sighed and closed my eyes then shook my head."Good," she said. "You know what, Kath? I want you to suffer the way my heart suffers." Lyza turned her back to me and all I can do was stare at her back, trying to ignore the tears that fell down from my eyes."Where the hell is the cheesecake?" I shook my head and mentally cursed myself for how stupid I am becaus
I probably deserved a pat on the back when I refused Drey. Me? Cheat with him? I know within myself that I like him, but I was not that stupid to stoop that low. I was keeping everything to myself, and he comes into the picture admitting he liked me, too.It wasn’t my fault for him to feel that way. I was trying my best to avoid him! And I was not even doing anything for him to reciprocate what I was feeling back then…I know my limits and I will never cross that line.I really need to graduate and leave this town in peace.Everything just feels like a disaster, for real.Tears could not stop falling from my eyes as my friends try to pacify my feelings. I was partly crying because of the feelings I had for Drey. I knew it was a dumb mistake to let myself fall for him; I knew it was my choice. I have always known how badly we’d end up if I choose to become selfish and turn my back against the world just for him.&l
I blinked.Once. Thrice. Until I could not even count anymore. There were no vacancies around Brampton, but I guess it was just because I was labeled as the town homewrecker. It was so obvious that even restaurants that seemed desperate for a worker denied my application.Great.Way to save their asses and sacrifice one’s life.I reached for my keys inside my purse and walked inside my apartment—tired and unaccomplished. I looked as if the god of disaster went down on me, and I could not even complain.Honestly…I can’t even complain freely. It’s as if I feel like I even have to pay when I try to complain about my situation with another disaster yet again.It just keeps on piling up.Fuck this world.I get tired, too. You know?I sighed as I check my phone for new messages. Mila and Sophie are probably busy since both of them went out of town to unwind. It would have been ni
I felt even worse after hearing that from Enrique. Sure, it would save me—it would probably paint Drey for cheating because he was longing to be loved and felt suffocated over a deal yadda, yadda. At some point, they’d feel anger… and then remorseful because he did not have a choice but to sacrifice himself just to save their family. And then probably be forgotten after a few weeks. What a fucking plot—it makes me want to subscribe… not. The funny thing about these people? They glorify men (because that’s how low they can go, honestly) but they’ll keep on pitting women against women. For them—that’s where the entertainment stems from. Women drama. Emotions. Anger. Frustrations. Screw that. I won’t submit to that. I would be caught lying if I say I wasn’t troubled—I knew I was and I still am. I never wanted to be caught in between a fucked-up love triangle, and I wasn’t desperate enough to be in one, too. But I wasn’t going to celebrate
I wasn’t looking forward to a better day when I woke up. I mean, it’s still the same—my life’s still the same—just out of the picture of these problematic rich kids… and I do not even want to get involved with their asses ever again.I’m handling too much already, and getting involved with them ever again just proves my stupidity.I haven’t really heard anything from them—Drey and Lyza, that is. I knew it was just part of the ordeal that I wouldn’t know what was going to neither of them. As much as I’d like to explain myself to Lyza—that I never really tolerated any of this shit—I did not want to invalidate what she is feeling right now. I mean if somebody happened to be involved with (probably) the biggest scandal in my life and it was with someone whom I trusted so much, I’d probably lose my shit, too.I do understand where she’s coming from.I just…
Paris was not an abrupt decision, and we all still had two days to pack—but unlike Mila and Sophie, I did not have much to pack for the trip, besides I wasn’t even much of a fashionista myself which makes me the hermit of the group… I think. But I still knew my style, though, of course, I wasn’t going to go to Paris in just plain old clothes. “Do you like that?” I immediately cocked my head away from the coat that I was eyeing and left the spot. Trying to act casual, I plastered a timid smile and walked towards Mila and Sophie. Awkward. Mila pouted, “Do you like that coat?” I shrugged, “It’s nice, but I won’t even wear it every day. It’d be just a waste of money,” I said as I check on the cheaper ones. What I’m thankful for the both of them was that they were never really the type to smother on my face all the money they had in their pockets—of course, obviously, they’d look pampered over me with their posh nails and customized Louis
“Finally!” I looked at my first boarding pass as a smile grew larger on my face. I couldn’t even believe that I was really going to Paris that I had to pinch myself the moment I woke up… It just really felt surreal after all that has been happening. And I finally realized that I do need a getaway from Brampton. It's really different when you finally realize your worth and understand that not everything’s your mistake. I just needed that constant reminder to myself, and probably a pat on the back for not letting myself get carried away with all these manipulations and gaslighting that society put me into. I didn’t really need someone else’s saving—and if Drey thought I needed him just to save myself and my feelings—then I must have been really dumb, for even thinking that I like him. I would have probably been the stupidest girl if I did the unthinkable—stoop low and get in a fucked-up relationship where we’ll just both end up ruining each othe
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"It's so lovely," Kathrina gushes as she turns around in front of the mirror when she finally tried the wedding gown that I made for her. I smiled. "It fits you perfectly," I say. She turned around and pulled me into a hug. "Thank you... Lyza." It'd be hypocritical for me to say that I didn't hate Kathrina. I did. I thought if she didn't come into the picture, Drey and I would've been married already. And yet that's when I realized... I could've been married to my first love, but I'd live a life full of regrets and misery. Back then, I was so in love with Drey that maybe I didn't see how he was hurting, too. I even found it unfair that I was just there... waiting for him to tell me anything because I was stupid enough to believe that what we might have could be true. I mean... I did feel the love and support Drey gave me... but I felt like I was becoming more of a baggage for him to carry, instead. I've love
"You think you can already face it?" I remained mum as my therapist asks questions when I asked her if it'd be okay for me to attend Kathrina's wedding. At first it sounded bull--who'd invite someone who fucked her life before and think it'd probably be nice to watch you get married?I was like... fuck off.I was miserable as hell. I felt like she was mocking me for being miserable like this because I deserved it after screwing the hell out of her life.Yeah, sure. I fucking deserve it.My family didn't understand me first... that I almost wanted to cut ties with them, until I couldn't take it anymore and asked my psychiatrist to call for them and explain my situation. My mom was a doctor... until I think being one of the socialities sucked the soul out of her that she thought I was just joking just to escape the responsibilities.I know I was partly responsible for how I turned out. I should've just proved myself to them in a way wherein I'd lead
"You aren't really crying now, huh?" my friend asked. I glared at him which made him chuckle as I was taking my handkerchief from my pocket."Dude stop," I say, wiping my face. I sighed. Suddenly it feels like the time slowed down along with the music that was playing."Stop transforming into a giraffe, Kath won't run." I glared at him, even asking him to stop, but of course--he just couldn't. Ah, why would I even question myself? He just loved teasing me everytime he gets the chance.I waited so long for this.So long.It's finally happening.Because I knew ever since, this is where we should be.Because the moment I first laid my eyes on her when I realized that I do love her... I promised myself already.Hell be damned, it's only her.It's her or no one for me.Dear God. I just love her so much.Tears fell down the moment the moment the doors opened, followed by my heavy breathings--I heard my best
I blinked.Once.Thrice.My eyes were a little strained when I checked my eyes in front of the mirror. I haven't been sleeping a lot the past few days since the start of major research they assigned to me to spearhead, along with my thesis to finally graduate and get my Master's Degree. It has been a rough road ahead since I had to juggle with research and academic and therapy in between just so I won't lose myself in the process, but even then, I was happy.The past few years were difficult. There would be times that I don't even know where I'd get the strength to go on because I'd still feel empty every now and then. But at the end of the day, I'd still get the hang of it.The therapy was good... for the past few years it's one of the few good things that kept me sane even in times where relapses were getting worse, or I didn't realize I wasn't withdrawing away from the world again.But, I’m okay.I’ve already lear
Enrique seemed like he was taken aback by what I said which had me laughing."I'm not dreaming, right?""Huh?" I asked, teasing him as if I didn't what I had just said."You said something..." his voice was laced with sadness but I went on with the act."I wasn't saying anything," I uttered. "Did you hear a ghost?"Enrique pouted.I smiled."I love you," I repeated which caught him off-guard again."For real?"I chuckled."For real... this time."My mouth went agape when I realized that tears were welling in his eyes but he didn't care, even when they started to fall. I suddenly felt sad that I made him wait for so long just so I could be sure with my feelings, but I wanted to find the right time--where I wouldn't even question myself if my feelings were right or wrong.I wanted to be sure of him. Without any reservations, without a doubt.I wanted to love him unconditionally
I couldn't sleep much last night so I ended up plotting what I'd do for the rest of the week with Enrique. If it's possible, I would really come to the opening of Sophie's clothing line, although I already promised I'd watch it with them on Zoom--it's the least I can do to support my friend.The week was filled with a lot of stuff I wanted to do--although they're not very much "exciting" since I wanted Enrique to relax around the town, too, instead of some physical stuff even if I wanted to. The last time I checked, I still find it hilarious that Enrique's actually scared of heights which I never really expected!I smiled as I was buttoning my attire in front of the mirror. I was fidgety--my hands almost shivering with every move. I'll be meeting the research team today and I can't even believe that within just a few months, I'm already here.It's too surreal.I took a deep breath in as I pulled the hems of my blouse, "I can do it," I whispered, smiling w
I didn't know what has gotten into me to muster up the courage to hold Enrique's hand like that. I felt really embarrassed after, and Enrique was even teasing me about it when he called after he got to his condo here in Cambridge.It would probably be nice if we could live together...I shook my head with that thought and laid on my bed as I stare at my ceiling. The room was just the perfect amount of dim since I turned on the dim lights.Apparently, Enrique asked for a week-long vacation in exchange for finishing all that's needed for the company and the requirements for a new branch in Toronto. Although he could just ask someone else to do it and finish everything for him, Enrique said it's his responsibility so he had to face it by himself. If he's not facing everything on his own, it'd just make him dependent to other people and he didn't want that.Well as for me, I felt a little better... but Enrique wasn't a cure, nor Drey. Sure, talking to Drey an
I blinked.Once.Thrice.Yet I still couldn't process how it all went down to this--Enrique and Drey were facing each other. Apparently, Enrique wanted to surprise me that he flew to Cambridge (which really touched my heart, thank you very much) but seeing them in front of me as if they were going to throw punches anytime was scaring the shit out of me.I mean... sure, I had a mistake there. I ignored Enrique's calls and didn't even tell him that Drey was around the town--but I wanted to talk to him after Drey and I talk because sure enough, I knew who I was going to choose.It was Enrique.It has been Enrique all along.When I saw Drey back then, I thought I still had these lingering feelings because I still felt the anger and the need to tell him everything in my mind, yet... it was all just that--it was all anger and the guilt that I harbored for many months even when I already told him what I wanted to tell a couple of months ago.