Kraius and I ended up at a resto near BGC. It's already past six in the evening. We both felt hungry so we agreed to just eat dinner. We ended up at a turkish restaurant. I was a bit surprised when he said that he's half turkish.
I ordered my usual salad and steak. I'm not really a fan of heavy foods in dinners. I'm usually fine with just juice and lettuce. Kraius, on the other hand, ordered a Kebab and Köfté. We both like orange juice.
"Is that fine with you? No wonder, you're so thin," he playfully said, his brows were raised at me. He was holding a fork with kebab.
"Stop staring," I scoffed.
I brought my attention back to my food but Kraius was really a bother. I can feel his intense gaze towards me.
I've been awake for a while, but I didn't want to get up. My mind is being clouded with so many uncertainties. Questions that I don't know if I should find out or just let it be.I sighed and glanced at Atlas who's at the other side of the bed. His back was facing me and he looked like he's still sleeping.It's such a dream to see the both of us sleeping on the same bed. Just like the other couples, we also had a normal relationship. We may fight, but in the end, we'll still go home to each other's arms.I hope everything's that easy. We wouldn't have hurt each other. The wound in my heart wouldn't have deepened. I wouldn't have endured the little love I've been begging for.I sighed and looked at the bedside
"Olive, my dear! The house looks so beautiful."I smiled when I saw the happiness in Atlas' mom's face. Even if Atlas and I fought earlier, I still picked the best decorations based on my taste. No word had been uttered in the whole duration of our stroll around the mall.I chose to shut my mouth up because I know that every word I'll say, it will just be neglected by Atlas. He already concluded everything. His mind is closed for my explanations. It hurts, especially when I hoped that we'd at least treat each other better.I shook my head and sighed. I'm still the same woman that can be easily swayed by the man I love. I quickly hope for something, and even if I'm mad, I still can't deny the fact that I love Atlas. My heart has been a slave for him that after ten years
I drank until my heart's content. I have a high alcohol tolerance so I can still walk straight even if I already drank a lot. My sight was still clear, although my head started to hurt.I glanced at my wristwatch. It's exactly twelve midnight but the bar is still alive. Atlas and Trina already left. Although it pained me, I still stared at them as they walked out of the bar.I'm a masochist for I endured all the pain. I already accepted the fact that I would never win Atlas. I already lost even if the fight hadn't started.I shook my head and smiled bitterly. I've been inside my car for quite a time now but I don't know where I should go home, or if I still have a home. I don't know where to place myself anymore. What am I supposed to do?
My forehead crumpled into a frown. I fought his stare with the same intensity. Even if his grip was too tight and painful, I didn't back down. I forced myself to show that I'm not scared of him."Why, Atlas? Did you ask for my permission when you had your mistress?" I stopped and chuckled. "Are you scared that you'll see your own ghost?" I said sarcastically."You can't do that to me, Olive." His voice had a threat. He gripped my arm tighter."If I want to cheat, I will cheat, Atlas. I don't need approval from you!" I emphasized my words. I forced myself to get off from Atlas, and I didn't fail. I abruptly pushed him, which made him lose his balance a bit. I took that opportunity to enter my car.I instantly locked
For the past years I have felt immense sadness everytime Christmas is celebrated, but right now, the sadness has doubled. This is probably the gloomiest Christmas for me. I have been silently crying for the past few days, secluding myself inside my room to ponder on things that I'm supposed to do."Olive! You've been zoning out since earlier. Is there a problem, dear?"I looked at Atlas' mom. She was beside me and was very busy. We are both busy doing our Noche Buena for later. She was chopping the meat while I was cutting some veggies. Atlas' mom seemed very happy that I felt guilty for feeling this way.I stopped what I was doing and put out a faint smile. "Nothing really, Mama. I'm just sad that you're going home tomorrow. The house will be too silent again," I lied
Silence ensued between the both of us. I looked at him intently while he was looking at me too. We're both sensing each other, waiting for who will start the topic.My heart is aching but I need to be tough in front of him. I need to show him that I can live without him. I'm already tired of being hurt over and over again. I'm tired of hoping. And I think, this is the best decision I have ever made ever since we became together."I'm sorry for caging you." My voice cracked but I still managed to walk back on him. But after a few steps, I felt him grab my wrist. I stopped in my tracks and turned to him, forehead crumpled."Is this about that attorney?" Atlas asked.I shook my head.. "This is about us, Atlas. This is
The night was silent. Only my muffled sobs can be heard throughout the house. I was punching Atlas' chest with my right hand while I was holding his shirt with my left hand. I don't even know if my punches had strength. All I know is that I want Atlas to feel the pain he made me feel for ten years. For making me feel worthless.I cried my heart out. I wasn't ashamed even if he saw the weak side I've been hiding for so long. I just wanted to cry in all the pain and suffering I've endured since the moment I decided to love Atlas. From the moment I forced our marriage.I am dying and hurting inside from the pain that only I can understand. It's unbearable for me but I am trying. I want to take this opportunity to do something.in favor of both of us. That's why I don't understand why he doesn't want to let me go even if we're just
They said that New Year is the happiest day of the year. It's the time we welcome the new hope of tomorrow, of another chance to live. Another year to start anew.Maybe it was like that for others. But for me, it's just a normal day. Normal day of being alone, together with the weariness I've been carrying for ten years. From the moment I loved a man who didn't love me back.It's been a week since I left. One week of being alone and miserable. One week of trying to heal my broken heart. One week of hiding and pretending to be fine. A week of thinking things and reflecting. But, things aren't that easy for me. The inevitable pain is still vivid that everytime I remember it, I can't help but cry in silence.I sighed and shook my head. Trying to forget the situation that