Atlas Ramirez POV
I 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
I left Dad for a while inside the VIP room. I decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up. My Dad was a good conversationalist that he did not leave any questions behind. I think he asked almost everything that relates to me. And I answered all of it with lies.I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pitiful. I was not a fan of lying but I needed to, even if I felt like my solu's getting burned in hell. It hurts me everytime I lie, butI didn’t have a choice.I washed my face, not minding if my light makeup gets erased. There's no reason to be beautiful. In Atlas' eyes, I was the most ugly and wicked woman he knew.“Oh, look who’s here.”I abruptly shifted my gaze fro
I stayed at my Dad’s house for one week. I skipped work and decided to cancel all my meetings. I thought of resting from all the stress that I was feeling. I want to unwind and relax.I didn't inform Atlas because we don't really inform each other of our schedules. I can say that we're not close. We were two different people that were binded only because of marriage. A marriage that he didn't like but was forced to because of me.LBefore I went home to South Ridge Village, I decided to stop by my clinic first. I got some of the papers and documents of my patients. I decided to read those papers at home. It was six in the morning and I had all day to scan it.I smiled as I maneuvered my car. I reminisced about the happy days with my dad. When we went to another co
I left Atlas in the kitchen after I said those words. I felt like if I stayed longer, my tears would stream down endlessly. I'm not mistaken, because after a few steps, my tears fell.It hurts.It hurts because I know that I'm just forcing myself to not be hurt by everything that's happening. I know that I'm cheating on myself, making me believe I'm strong and I will fight. But the truth is. . . I'm already wrecked, and I don't know if it's still possible to fix.I walked straight to my room. I locked my door before I sat on my bed. I held my chest and tapped it gently. My tears kept on falling and I could hardly breathe.I asked myself if I should just be like this everytime? Crying and hiding? Be