~"You're the one my son likes?" The sound of Trevor's mother's voice made me tremble. "I checked your background. My son doesn't need someone who came from a poor family." She sat in front of me and opened her fan. I gaze at my lap, it's not like I'm already in a relationship with his son, how dare she judge me like I'm already engaged to him and was preparing for a wedding? "I'm sorry ma'am, but I think that's a little extraneous, I'm not engaged with your son." "Yet..." she added, which made me raise my head in surprise. She narrowed her eyes and pointed at me with her fan. "What my son likes, he'll get, I believe he's just waiting for the right time, so be prepared, but I don't like you for my son." Woah, I don't know what to say back. She consented, yet she didn't like me, and this whole ordeal was so foolish. "My son is very stubborn, my daughter too, I believe they got that from their father. Once they set their eyes on someone, there’s no stopping them from going all i
"Sulli, I like you," Trevor breathed. "I don't know how many times I have to say it, but I won't get tired." They say it only took a day for your life to change. Mine's changing every day, and every time he said it, my breathing stopped. Just like this day, it seemed like a normal day, Lucia chose a restaurant to have lunch, but she wasn't present, neither was her boyfriend, only Trevor. So this must've been a great time to confess again, now that he and I were finally alone in a crowded restaurant that parts each customer with shrubs of greenery. A little flower I recognized as baby's breath in a purple thin vase was used as the centerpiece on our table, no waitress was coming to our side unlike the table near us, food's already served to them and they were starting to eat. "What do you like about me?" It's a common question. The girl used to say that when she doesn't know how to respond after she's been confessed, at least in movies."If you haven't noticed, I'm not proud of m
"Kid, your mom's just talking to someone. She'll come back as soon as she finishes." My mind's wandering as I was walking home when I heard the voice of a man, I noticed I'm reaching my way to the apartment and on the street light was a lanky man and a kid. I immediately recognized the kid as Levi, my body became alerted, and I was walking at a fast pace to reach them. "I know, you don't have to reassure me. You're not my dad," Levi scoffed."What? Why? You want me to be your dad then?" the man asked. That's not the voice I recognize anywhere. "No, never, you're too young, and you look like a stick. Moreover, I have my dad now, we don't need you. He's strong and gorgeous, unlike you." "Levi!" I called. They both looked at me, and my face softened as I reached for my son. "Thank you, Neptali, for accompanying my son." Neptali coyly smiles and reaches for his head. "No problem, Ms. Tomoya. This is the least I could do." He pointed at the direction of the coffee shop. "I mean, I
The morning before Richard's welcome party, Lucia and I went shopping. I don't know how this welcome party makes sense. He just left his hometown and continued his schooling in another city. Why would you need a party for that? My parents would've disowned me if I spent ten thousand for a party. "Sulli, what do you choose? Do you think Richard likes the silver or the gold strap?" Lucia showed me two same styles but different color signature watches. I gave her a sigh and hugged myself. The aircon in this jewelry shop was so high, it's freezing, I feel like I'm having a fever tonight. "What? You don't like the watch? How about perfume? Let's go to the perfume section." Lucia tugged me next to another shop until I felt nauseous and tired. She bought as many things as we could hold, and the next thing I knew, we were back in the studio with paper bags in both hands. "Sulli, let's both wear blush at the party." Lucia was extremely excited about the party. It was apparent and palpabl
"Trevor, he's not my real brother, Sulli."When did the wind change its direction? I felt like they were taking away something from me, and all I could do was stay still and watch my life fade away. It's good but bad at the same time. I feel like being torn apart like a chicken breast to be part of a salad. My life's not perfect, I admit, and being torn once in a while was part of a 'healthy lifestyle', but each time that season of tearing comes, I'm always caught off guard. I've been living for years now, and I should be immune, but god, each time, I wanted to end my life. What will happen to me in the future? When I look back at myself five years from now, would I be proud? Or would I laugh because the one that I liked liked his adopted sister more? I never imagined this could turn like this. The bus driver looked at me menacingly but couldn't say anything because I looked like a ghost soaking wet in a blush dress as I stepped down his transportation, I walked the short dist
"Last year, my adoptive parents arranged a dinner for me after I finished high school," Lucia started. Clasping her trembling hands together, I pursed my lips and acted tough. I wanted to know their story. "I never looked that much into it because they treat me as their own, brother– Trevor was in law school that time so I was expecting we're just three at the dinner table, but when I reached the fancy restaurant they booked, Trevor was waving happily at me, gave me a bouquet and congratulated me for graduating. At first, I was happy, but throughout the dinner, I became nervous, then perplexed, and then we got home." -"Thank you for this, brother," Lucia sheepishly said, sniffing the red roses. "No worries," Trevor replied, playing with his car key fob. Their parents went upstairs, and maids rushed over the huge entrance door to lock it. "Lucia," he called, turning to Lucia and shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Yes?" Lucia said, the innocent her that doesn't have a clue w
It's not as if I don't want to see him, I want to, it just felt awkward because I feel like I don't have the right to know the truth because what am I to him? Who am I? What's the role I have with him? "Sulli, you're staring into blank space. What are you thinking?" I blinked and realized I'm still at the library with these two, Trevor turned to me and flipped the page of the book he was reading, it feels like he was boring a hole into my soul but I don't know what he was thinking. Until Richard asked him a question, he never cut our eye contact, but he told him the answer. "You're really smart, Trevor. You even know this."Last time I checked, Richard's course was engeneering, though he needs to learn a bit of labor law and some sorts of obligation and contracts, I don't think it's necessary for him to delve deeper. "Alright, I think you're caught up Richard, let's go home." Trevor stood up and closed the book he had, Richard stretched his arms and collected his things on his ba
What was that? You said you won't get tired. My head was spinning on that thought the whole night. I couldn't sleep and was just pretending to so that Lucia wouldn't be disturbed. When the morning came, we were packing our bags because tomorrow would be our flight to the country that would host the World Cup this year. I'm helping Lucia in her room and was wondering why she packed a swimsuit in her luggage."Are we going swimming?" I wondered and raised the orange one-piece with Swarovski crystal on the waistline. "Oh no, that's for emergency purposes, you know, if we ever get a stop-over to a tropical country." My mouth went agape. "But Lucia, it's winter season now." Also, I thought it was just a one-way trip we were doing because, obviously, we were just getting a free ride, but maybe our definition of stop-over differs from one another. Lucia's stop-over meant intentionally riding a whole plane and getting to a tropical place for days. "What if Sulli, it's what if, don't y
"Hey Sulli, marry me?" I opened my eyes and a ring was right in front of me. Trevor was holding it while he was kneeling on one knee. Was he proposing again? Right. I don't know how many times he has done this, but I know where it started– on our great times years ago, the first time he proposed.It was my third year in law school and Lucia was working hard just to get her degree, they've done the pinning ceremony and chose to work in a hospital far away, ignoring their chain of hospitals that would probably treat her like a princess.Lucia was far from being a princess, or so that's what she thought, I think the opposite, I still think she was, sometimes I envy her for having lived with a diamond spoon despite being not born as one. To be sent far away was Lucia's decision, oblivious to the fact that I'd live alone in her apartment if ever, but the days flew by so fast and we started our journey. A week later, Trevor came in
When afternoon came, I got the chance to walk away from Trevor because his secretary calling him on something.I happily walked him to the exit of the hospital. "Are you sure you can go home on your own?" Trevor asked, full of worry, his eyes glanced at my left hand where they put the needle of the IV drip and has a small patch now."Oh," I hit him lightly on his shoulders and proceeded to the exit door. "Don't worry, I can manage, I'll go home on my own." I smiled, reassuring him that everything would be fine, but really, at the back of my head, I was planning my guise on how to talk to Damien and told him that he just misdiagnosed me. "Okay? You can ask our driver to pick you up here." "No, no, no," I waved my hand and noticed a black car stopped in front of us and a man in black bowed and opened the backseat. "Don't bother the driver, Trevor, I can go home on my own, I'm an adult now, what do you treat me for? A five-year-old?" I bit my lip to suppress my laughter behind my i
"Don't you need to be early at your work?" I asked after he parked the car in front of the bakery and unbuckled his seatbelt as if he were going with me to the bakery. "Who said? Sulli, do you think I work?" he replied and opened the car's door. I was in awe, but I followed and he opened the car door for me and helped me get out of the car. "Where do you get your billions then?" I can't help but inquire. It's nice that we have something to talk about when driving here, even if it's just gossip about another person, it feels nice. I feel like a wife talking about anything with his husband. Few people were entering and going into the bakery, it was a small one, in front was the shop, and at the back was I guess their house. "No, it's definitely on quadrillion now. Don't believe in the search results online." The conversation was still ongoing. I scoffed and he slid open the door. "You're bluffing me right now."The f
A gentle rendition of an upbeat song was playing in the four corners of the room. Multi-colored lights were dancing together with the disco ball in the middle. Tripp and Trevor finally settled on the huge couch but were now having a drinking session. After Tripp said that Trevor was so pissed, he pulled me away from Tripp before he could touch me. Now, he wants to smack the hell out of Tripp but wasn't able to do so because I'm watching them. I'm sitting at the far end of the couch enjoying a cocktail. "Dude, may I remind you, you had a six-year relationship with another girl! What are you saying?" Trevor started strong by drinking a glass of rum and looking at Tripp with furious eyes. I frowned at him and placed down my drink, trying to warn him not to lay a finger on poor drunk Tripp. The butler informed us that Tripp had been waiting for a couple of hours. It's obvious that he was drunk already and was not in his right mind. "Uughh," Tripp groaned, "I don't care about that, S
The dinner at a three-star restaurant went well. He ordered different foods after scolding him not to order the whole menu because we're not going to finish it anyway, we do have separate take-outs for the people in the house, and that's enough. I don't have much appetite these days anyway, and Trevor unfortunately noticed that. "Why are you not eating much? Finish what's on your plate. Are you sick?" Trevor frowned. Our round table had a big window that overlooked a great view of the man-made pool, we're on the top floor of the restaurant, which was situated around a chain of hotels that I'm not surprised was owned by him. I bet even this restaurant, one word from him, and then every server was agitated. I made a face at him and forced a smile. "I'm not. What are you saying?" He did not reply instead he studied me for a while, my son's in my peripheral vision enjoying his food, he's beside his father which I find annoying but it's more convenient that way, sooner or later he ha
"How come Miss Tomoya is so close to the president of the school?" I had to wait behind the cubicle door when I heard two girls having a conversation while retouching their make-up in the sink. "Don't you know? She's a slut! A man-hungry woman who can't live without boys, I heard she already has a son but still dares to snake our president." From the little creek of the cubicle, I squinted my eyes and saw two teachers in their tight-fitting uniforms applying lipstick and mascara while looking in the mirror. My heart squeezed like someone purposedly did so. I never gave that a thought, I thought it was just a trivial matter because I knew that was not true. It's not true, of course, I'll be kind to Tripp because he's also kind and nice.I don't nicely treat people just because they're higher than me, I treat people based on how they treat me. I received kindness from him, it's natural to return that kindness. Unlike these poor teachers who don't know I'm in one of the cubicles bef
People say you can't bring back the past, all you can do is accept it and move on, but they forget that you can reminisce then cry over it and regret it until you become numb all over. Just like what I did last night, after our conversation, my thoughts kept me up all night. I slept in the guest room, and I still don't have the willpower to feel at ease; I still feel awkward and uncomfortable. I guess this was what I reaped after all these years: I don't deserve to be happy. The result of overthinking last night was that I hadn't slept even a wink. I arrived at school in the earliest as possible and sunk my nose into whatever work time put me. Being a teacher wasn't my plan at all, but it was written as my third choice in my college application, so maybe I did add it to my plan. So when I was studying education, I was at a loss, because that's not really what I wanted to study, but then again, after I had my degree, I aimed to be at law school, I pushed my luck and called myself th
"Don't deny it, it's written all over your face."Trevor was so close that I got lost, his eyes gleamed as I nodded in agreement. I admit it, no need to consider my pride, it would end with me nowhere in the picture anyway. "Really?" Trevor pushed back a little and stared at me in awe, "You're not denying it?" "There's no need for that," I said and squirmed in my seat, trying to make up some space. It's been so long, Trevor and I have known each other since college, we've learned about each other, fallen in love then fell out of love. I'm not the same immature and childish girl as before, I'm a mom now, and I should take responsibility and I'm going to die, I think it's the right time to set things in their right places, so that when I leave, Levi won't be alone. The thought humbles me, and with all the nice people I'll leave soon flashed through my mind. I guess it would be a shame if I don't give them a nice memory of me at least. "Say, Trevor, since we're at that," I mumbled
"But I don't feel anything weird, doc?" Why do I sense that they're all trying to persuade me into something that would make me feel ashamed of myself?"Here, take this Sulli." Damien got his business card and gave it to me with a smile. "You can call me anytime if you want assurance." I can't help but think there's a hidden meaning behind his last sentence. I looked at his business card just to avoid looking at him. "Ms. Tomoya, if you want we can run some tests again, and maybe have an understanding of your disease, after all, I'm a great oncologist." Doctor Rea beamed. My eyes lit up and I wanted to hug Doctor Rea right then and agree but my peripherals caught a glimpse of Damien looking so gloomy. I'm not one to trample on the pride of others, especially if it's right. For sure, Damien didn't become a doctor easily, he had to build brick by brick the title he has now, and it's going to look so bad if I asked Doctor Rea for a second opinion in front of him. I have to lower m