Mysterious 06: Pity Over Fragility

Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V.

Like the old times of stalking her — I was wearing my shades again as I was also carrying a newspaper that served as props in case I needed to fully cover my face. I was wearing black pants and a white-striped polo, where the first three buttons were open exposing a part of my hard chest and the sleeves were folded up to my elbows emphasizing my muscled biceps.

Too handsome for a stalker!

I saw her heading to the second floor of the coffee shop, where I could only see two to three people in the entire area. I still followed her until I saw how she eagerly took her seat in front of a man wearing a red polo with long sleeves up to his wrists, who I thought, might be her boyfriend.

Wow! And they are both wearing red, huh? Was it Valentine’s in July?

But I never saw him in her videos or any news associated with her. Did I even research her well?

I decided to take a seat closer to them and used the newspaper to partially cover my face. I settled behind Drey so that she would not be able to see me. Well, that already included my strategic moves for me to easily hear what they were going to talk about.

Oops… I don’t care about their personal lives!

I was just hoping that I could gather some data that would help me know what was her real connection to Juno, with this eavesdropping idea. I didn’t like the idea of snooping around, but I would do this for the sake of Juno.

After all, I was only stalking Drey Laxamana because I was obsessed to finally see my Juno. Nothing else mattered.

“H-How are you?” she asked.

I was only seeing her back, but I could sense from her voice that she seemed so hesitant to start the conversation with him like something was holding her back. She stammered — too far from that ferocious Drey Laxamana who was asking me to say sorry to her three weeks ago.

Instead of answering her, the guy just sarcastically threw her a series of questions. “Is there anything important that you would like to talk about other than us, Drey? How many times do I have to tell you that we’re already done, huh? Can’t you just accept the fact? Everything has already ended between the two of us. I already gave us the closure you want since last year, remember? Wasn’t it clear to you? Don’t tell me that until now, you were still unable to move on?”

The end of my lips suddenly formed into a smirk as I barely looked at that guy, while still holding the newspaper right in front of my face.

What did he just say? Damn excuses!

If only I could interrupt their conversation, I already did that so I could also show that guy how thick his face was.

How could he plagiarize my dialogues? He doesn’t even reach my level of handsomeness that’s why he doesn’t have the right to say those words.

“What does she have that I don’t, Ivan? I am much prettier than her, much sexier! And you know how much I love you! I gave e-everything to you, everything… to the point that I left nothing for myself. Isn’t that enough? W-What did I do that made you fall out of love? Tell me and I’ll change it. I just don’t understand why you’ve cheated on me… and you know what’s even worst? I still couldn’t accept the fact that you’ve cheated me with my own best friend!” Drey’s voice began trembling. Even though she had her back on me, I felt like she was already crying. “Y-You didn’t give us closure, you’ve just formally announced your affair with her!”

I simpered on how she showed her brittleness. I just couldn’t imagine how a fierce woman during our very first encounter, a blithesome model through all of her magazines and MeTube travel videos, and a gorgeous woman with such strong personality that could tame the beasts of many guys out there — would turn into a fragile and pathetic crying lady, begging her dumb ex-boyfriend to love her again.

I believed her to have both beauty and brains. But when it comes to love, I guessed, she stupidly let her heart overpowered her brain. She was caged inside an erroneous love and memories of their past together. That was the main reason why she couldn’t fully move on.

Tsk, I pity her.

Now, this isn’t time for Valentine’s. Today could be an All Saints’ Day for Drey Laxamana. Where are the candles for a broken heart?

“So here we are again! You’re just repeating the same scene that would always remind you of everything that happened. Please, Drey… stop. I already told you before that Louise doesn’t have to do with our break-up. I—I just fell out of love. I don’t know, but I just woke up one day and realized that I don’t love you anymore… and if I stay, I would only hurt you even more.” The guy she called Ivan snapped at her.

What the hell, dude? Fuck you!

I even raised my middle finger in line with my thoughts to secretly salute that ugly asshole.

You fell out of love and yet you’re already with someone else in just speed of light? Are you out of your mind?

You could fool Drey, but not me. As a Casanova, I definitely knew that. And I always used those fucking alibis whenever I would like to break up with someone to freshly start with a new one.

I saw him stood up and was about to leave when he looked outside the window. “I’m sorry. I just hope that this would be the last time that you will ask for a friendly meeting, Drey.” Then, he looked at her and continued. “I just came here because I thought that you wanted us to talk about our possible video collaboration in MeTube. You know, I am still setting up my account and I quite need it for the number of views… but I was wrong. I’m sorry, I have to go.”

I saw how she pathetically gripped that Ivan’s wrist to stop him from leaving, but he didn’t even glance at her. He entirely doesn’t care about her anymore that all he did was to quickly remove Drey’s hand and damnably left her in that wretched condition.

Drey was left speechless that she had no other choice but to silently cry. I could see her shrugging off her shoulders while searching her round shoulder bag for some tissues or wet wipes. I didn’t know why but I suddenly pitied her. Those rough words that came from that guy, I could say that those were my breakup lines too and mine was even harsher than him.

When it came to breaking up with my past girlfriends and flings, I was nothing but ruthless. I always became such a cold-blooded monster most especially if a certain woman doesn’t want to let me go. I could destroy women in just a snap of my fingers. In fact, I could kill every woman just by saying my nasty words.

I could imagine all those women that I hurt from the past just by looking at Drey now. But I felt no mercy for them — that after I broke their hearts and used their bodies to fill my sexual desires, I would throw them away like broken pieces of trash I didn’t care about. I could just throw them like a rag, leaving them with nothing after that.

But now, I just didn’t know the reason why I was feeling sorry for her. I just loathed her a while ago and over the past three weeks but unexpectedly, my heart melted just by looking at her.

Why do I felt so guilty when in the first place, I wasn’t the one who hurt her? Why do I want to grab that guy’s collar and punch him straight in the face when he did that to her? Moreover, I didn’t understand why I suddenly stood up from my seat just to approach her.