I don't know where I pulled the strength to get off Atlas' car. I don't have any idea as to how I moved my feet together with Atlas who's holding my hand tightly. When I glanced at him, he was just staring in front of us seriously. I remained silent and let him take me wherever.
"We're here."
We stopped at a not-so-big mausoleum. It's obviously been here for a long time just by looking at its rusty grills and roof.
"She's my first love," he started.
I've heard that phrase a lot of times from his mouth, but it still hurts the same. Maybe because that truth was the reason why I had my uncertainties and regrets for the past ten years. Because of that phrase, I was wrecked repeatedly until I couldn't recognize myself an
A muffled moan came out from my mouth as another punch of pain rushed inside. I almost can't take the pain on my hips and womanhood. Atlas was driving the car speedily. We quickly arrived at the biggest hospital of San Vicente. He didn't waste any time and carried me inside the hospital."It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay," he whispered and kissed my head."It hurts," I said, in pain.I felt Atlas laying me down somewhere. When I opened my eyes, his worried face was what greeted me. Beside him was a uniformed nurse while behind him was also someone wearing a uniform, but I couldn't see it because of my vision blurring. I'm tired and desperately want to sleep."How often does it hurt, Ma'am?" the doctor ask
I feel like everything stopped at that moment. My breathing hitched and my heart didn't beat. I felt like I was slowly dying as I saw my son being surrounded by doctors and nurses. They did everything they could to save him, until they ended up shaking their heads, a sign of giving up."Time of death. Twelve thirty in the afternoon."I sobbed on Atlas' chest as the doctor uttered the words I didn't want to hear. Why is it that when you want something, you just can't get it? It's always not allowed. Always wrong. Always not in the right time.I even thought about what sin I've done to receive this kind of punishment. I kept on going back to the past but I couldn't find the reason why. I can't think of anything but the fact that I just lo
Atlas Ramirez POVI was smiling as I watched a woman with long hair. It was pulled in a bun as he stood formally, watching the tall building of Eiffel Tower. Her brown coat reached her thighs, paired with a white shirt inside. Her blue jeans and boots with heels complimented well as she paired it with a clutch bag hanging on her shoulder.It's been a long time since I saw her. Times where I feel like my life is nothing. Times where I surrendered everything for her. And the times where I needed to carry the pain of letting her go. I can't seem to fathom the fact that I saw her again because of a coincidental vacation.There are a lot of types of love. There's pure, there's not. It's enduring. There's leaving. There's love for family, for friends, and for everyone. But above e
Starry starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness on my soul Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered your sanity And how you tried set them free They did not listen They did not know how Perhaps they listen now I immediately reached for my phone underneath my pillow when I heard my ringtone. I was still half asleep as I stared at its screen. I pouted as I saw the time. I'm already thirty minutes late to my destination. It's already nine in the morning and I just woke up. I put the phone on my bedside table and tried to get up. I carefully got off the bed and stretched my body before walking to my small window. I smiled instantly when the small but beautiful garden greeted me. There are different types of flowers and roses blooming. My succulents looked beautiful as they were displayed in my small backyard. "Good morning, sunshine!" I cheerfully said as if they could understand me. I even s
“Yes, Mrs. Monterio. This is noted. Okay. We'll meet tomorrow. Okay. Bye!”I heaved a sigh after the call ended. My strides were brisk as I entered the clubhouse at South Ridge Village, an exclusive place for rich and prominent people. I only shook my head while scanning myself at their mirror wall. I looked sweaty and tired from the long walk.‘How unlucky!’ I whispered within myself.South Ridge's grandeur interior is already notable from the entrance of the place. There was a fountain at the center of the pavilion and a wide function hall. The designs and color of the place was just minimalist so it looks beautiful and refreshing in the eyes.
Silence enveloped between us. I questioned myself, why did I end up coming here? Why am I hoping that she'll agree to my offer?Who was I kidding? I'm just deceiving myself that she'll pity me because she's also a woman. But I was wrong. I forgot that she was as rotten as potatoes. Her rotten attitude can be smelled already. She was a gold digger bitch and a mistress of the town. I don't even understand why Atlas chose her as his mistress.“If you have nothing left to say, you can leave,” she said with distaste.‘Fuck them!’Fuck them for hurting me. For treating me like trash and for stealing the only thing that kept me sane. Respect. Because I felt like I've been deprived of that.
My tears kept on falling while I hear Atlas breathe heavily above me. He was enveloping me like he's afraid to lose me. Like I'll run away.“Are you done?” I asked. I lifted my stare to him. His thick brows and creased forehead greeted me as his eyes raked at the face. I blinked a few times to pull my tears back.Atlas removed himself and rolled to my side. I can clearly hear his sighs and silent curses. The face of an angry person and the actions of a person filled with hatred.Sometimes, I ask myself if he ever regretted what he did, but I immediately push those thoughts away. Why would he regret? I know that he doesn't like me from the very start. He hates me, so why would I hope?“I'm not going
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I got out of the clinic. I bid goodbye to my secretary and left her some important things. I drove to my Aunt's house who was my mother's sister. The family has a birthday gathering and everyone's invited.It will be held at their house in Forbes subdivision. They had a lot of menus catered and everyone had a gift except me. Everyone invited were also famous people. All were powerful and had well-known names.“Olive, when are you planning to have a child? I've been waiting for a grandchild for ten years!” Grandma smiled at me. We're currently at the dining table.Grandma's my mother's mom. She's already seventy but still beautiful. She's the president of one of the top cosmetic companies in the country, while