In the entirety of their relationship, never did Tim ever meet Raphael’s parents, although she had already seen them because his parents would often go to different school events, especially card giving and family day events in their school way back in high school as they still weren’t that busy during that time. And she thought that Raphael was probably the favorite child as well so they were present whenever their presence was needed. That was something that she couldn’t even relate to.
She could even remember how intimidating his mom was when she first saw her. She was tall which was no longer a surprise because Raphael was tall as well. She was only wearing simple but elegant clothes that time, and her aura spoke about the lifestyle that she was living. She didn’t even have to say anything for people to know that she was rich. Not to mention that the Liu clan was a clan of politic
On the way to the set, Tim thought of different motivational quotes inside her head in an attempt to calm the hard thudding of her heart against her chest. She was really nervous. She couldn’t help but wonder whether her companions in that series were also nervous about it. After all, it was a project that the netizens were also excited about. Ngel, who was driving, quickly patted her shoulder while his eyes were still on the road. Maybe her anxiety was really showing, but even when she was an actress who already had several experiences as well, she couldn’t hide her nervousness. Nor was she even thinking that she needed to pretend around the guy. He knew her too well. “It would be alright,” he said, assuring her. “No joke, you’re good at wha
She would admit, watching Raphael act in front of the camera felt like watching someone else, someone who had a lot of experiences in the industry. He didn’t even seem like the guy that she knew about before, especially when way back in college, he kept on mentioning several times that acting wasn’t really his forte. Even when she didn’t like feeling it, she felt utterly curious towards the guy. She couldn’t help but wonder about what he did during those years when they hadn’t seen each other.When they broke up, she swore that she would never stalk him ever. Even during those times when she was in the middle of moving on, and was still struggling believing the things that just happened to end their long-term relationship, she didn’t stalk him nor did she ask anyone about his whereabouts. That time, she was able to convince herself that stalking
“How was your day?” Ngel asked the moment she stepped in the car. When she was already inside, she was finally able to breathe properly because her heart had really been beating so hard since the moment she was already in front of the camera. It was no longer a question that the experience wasn’t entirely her first time as she had played minor roles before, but playing a supporting role in the series was way different from what she played before. Not to mention how Raphael seemed to be mocking her the whole time, slapping to her face that he wasn’t just her co-actor, but one of the scriptwriters as well. A day on the set without the guy would really be a blessing for her, and she could no longer wait for that to happen.The guy noticed her long pout as she buckled up in the shotgun seat so when she looked at him, there was already a look of concern in
Even when they were still in high school, Raphael was already fond of writing stories. Many people would even say that he didn’t look like someone who wrote, but that was the truth. Almost everything he knew how to do. He was smart, talented, and was even sporty, not to mention that he was rich as well. She could never blame those people who were head over heels for the guy. He wasn’t just someone with a handsome face. She even thought before that someone like her didn’t deserve someone like him, but after what happened, after what he did to her, she realized that all those thoughts should no longer be entertained.She didn’t care if he had every good aspect there was to have. She didn’t care that he was utterly rich, and that ending up together with him would mean that she no longer needed to work so hard just to earn money. She didn’t care any of th
The rain started pouring. Of course. The rain would really pour, especially when she needed it not to fall. That was how things worked sometimes, and although things like that would happen to her from time to time, it didn't mean that she still didn't think that it was a bummer whenever it happened. It was still a bummer, especially when she didn't bring any umbrella with her. She mentally took note to bring one next time because it would surely happen again, and for someone like her who didn't have a car yet, umbrellas were a must. She just didn't necessarily like bringing one as she would often forget about it, but now that the tragedy had already happened, she took note to be prepared next time. "Hey, Tim, wanna hitch a ride? We're on our way back to Katipunan," one of the staff members asked after noticing that she was just standing there, hugging herself because of the cold, waiting for the rain to stop
Tim should really move out. Her plan was that she would buy a car first once she received her income for the series. It would be a few weeks till the amount would be on her account. But after what happened, after Raphael was able to confirm that she was really still living at the apartment that he knew about, there was a huge part of her that was telling herself that she should prioritize moving first. She pouted as she turned off the stove. Why was she affected? It wasn't like the guy would visit her. She knew that he no longer cared about her, and the feelings were the same as well. She no longer cared about him. Well, that was what she was telling herself. Timothee knew that he only drove her back home because it was needed, not because he liked to do so. It was just a call of conscience because even if she was in his position, she'd also do the same thing even when t
Timothee hated commuting because of the unnecessary attention that she'd get every single time she was in a public transportation. Although she was used to getting other people's attention as she was growing up, she hated that kind of attention that she got in public transportation, especially the kind that men give. It gave her creeps. It reminded her of that relative that she was trying to forget, the past that she had already buried. Of course, she was left with no choice. The only thing that she could do was to convince herself that she needed to sacrifice a little bit more as she'd be able to afford a car for herself sooner. Although it had been postponed as she was planning on moving to a condominium unit first, she was adamant to make it happen. She'd have her car, her private space, and she'd no longer suffer under the meaningful stares of those people. That was one thing with being a woman and being
The guy didn't annoy her all day. In fact, he didn't even talk to her even once. Maybe he did, but those were the ones that weren't annoying. He was just acting as one of the scriptwriters, nothing more, nothing less. Timothee knew that that was a good thing, especially after what happened that morning. Whenever she recalled the things that happened, and the things that he said to her, she would feel her blood rushing towards her face. Not to mention how shameful it was that he really had to feed her, well, he insisted on feeding her. It wasn't like she was the one who told her to pay for her breakfast.However, even when she hated the guy with every fiber of her being, she was thankful that he was there at the right place and at the right time. It was like the universe was conspiring for him to be there when she needed someone to be there. She hated it. She hoped that it was not the case, and that it was just purely coincidence and not because of the universe "
For years, Timothee thought that everyone was the main character of their own lives. That even when things seemed boring from time to time, every single person in the world would always have stories to tell about their lives.After all, writers tend to only write the parts in a story that were interesting. No one wanted to read about the mundane parts of the character’s life in detail.And that was when she realized that it was just like her case as well. A lot of things had happened. Good and bad things. Maybe she was in a story as well? That was a thought that would always make her smile.“Okay, eyes on the camera, three, two, one…and action!”Her life flashed between her eyes as the camera rolled and as the lights that were set up pointed right at her—the star of the day.She was the main character for sure.Everyone was all claps and cheers the moment the scene was cut, and she was finally done for the day.
Why should love be so complicated?She tightly held her cup of coffee as she walked towards the railings of the rooftop, overlooking the view of the busy city nightlife. She chugged it down as she felt the night breeze brushing against her skin as the warm drink flowed down her throat.She took the time just staring at the view, taking time to breathe properly. Inhale, exhale. It had been a tiring day for sure, but her body still felt like she was in an adrenaline rush. Maybe it was because of the coffee, but her heart was already beating so fast that she was already catching her breath.Turning her head, she saw that there was a trash bin in the corner, which she immediately used to throw her empty coffee cup to before walking back towards the railings of the rooftop.Luckily, she was only alone there, and luckily, she wasn’t afraid of hospital ghosts, if there were any, because she couldn’t possibly stay there if she were the opposite.
Her heart was loud and clear that the beating of it was even deafening already. She said it. She already said it. All the confusion that she felt during those times when things were still way too hard for her to handle, when destiny was like trying to destroy her life, was all now washed away.It was now crystal clear. It was like she was already watching her reflection in a clear body of water, and there was no turning back already. She had already said what she had to say, and no matter what the outcome was, she knew, deep inside her heart, that what she said was the truth.Ngel was already about to say something when the door of the hospital room opened and Celestine and the rest of their family came in. Surprise was evident in their faces when they stopped talking and saw that the guy was already awake, st
His stares were even more intense after she said that. It was even like the tension inside the room was even more evident, as if she hadn't said the same thing before, as if he wasn't expecting her to talk that way.Was that really how he viewed her?Was she really that bad of a friend that it wa surprising for her to talk about stuff like that?She heard him let out a sigh, making her raise her head to meet his eyes. She saw that there was already a hint of sadness in there, making her chest pang in a sudden wave of sadness as well. For a moment, she was afraid that he was gonna bring up anything about what happened, why the accident happened, because the truth was, she didn't want to hear about that.She didn't want to hear that she might actually be the reason why that accident happened, although it was already clear that it wasn't the case because accidents were meant to beacciden
“You’re awake,” she said in disbelief. When she turned her head to look at the rest of the room, she saw that it was only her who was in there. She didn’t exactly know where his family was, but by the looks of the time on the clock, it seemed like they grabbed dinner.It was only the two of them.His eyes were loud, loud in a sense that they were trying to communicate a lot of things to her, but they were too loud for her to understand what he meant to say.Somehow, she couldn’t even help but miss those times when things weren’t complicated between the both of them, when it still wasn’t hard to read his mind.Things were already different. Way different than before.“And you’re awake as well,” he said before letting out a small smile in his face that immediately made her chest flutter.She tried her best to gather her composure back before clearing her throat. She was po
Timothee had drifted off to sleep without her noticing, her eyelids finally closed even when she was already fighting the urge to do so as she didn't want to miss Ngel waking up.it wasn't a dreamless sleep.In her dream, it was like a memory. In there, she was sitting inside a familiar. She would never forget the car because of the scent of it that was already stuck at the back of her mind. The lemony scent that was lingering in the air embraced her with nostalgia.She was no control of her body as her head turned towards the guy who was driving. She immediately recognized the scenario, the memory, but there was nothing that she could do to change how things would turn out.She memorized the memory like she memorized the back of her hand.That was when Raphael wanted to show her the surprise that he had been keeping from her, the land where they would bui
They were already squeezing themselves on the sofa while the kids were sitting on the stools available inside the hospital room.It had already been thirty minutes since they arrived, but Ngel had yet to wake up. Celestine had also excused herself as she went out to get themselves cups of coffee.“I really wanted to visit you, dear, even told Ngel about it, but he said that it’s best for me not to.” She let out a sigh before squeezing her hand. “It must’ve been hard for you. I know how hard you worked just to be an amazing artist, which you have always been already, but if things seem so hard for you, it’s never wrong to let go of something that has been doing you harm.”She couldn’t help but smile when she heard that. She just nodded, and didn’t say anything as she remembered those times when Ngel’s mother had been treating her as if she was her own daughter.The truth was, they even told her th
Timothee often thought about her love language after she learned about it way back in college. As far as she knew, there were five love languages. Words of encouragement, spending time, getting presents, acts of service, and physical contact were five various methods of showing and receiving love. Not everyone expressed love in the same manner, and not everyone liked to receive love in the same way. That was probably the reason why her relationship with Raphael lasted for years. They had almost the same love languages, which are words of encouragement and physical contact. She learned that when a couple shared the same love languages, there would be a high chance that the relationship would last or that they would really end up together. However, it didn’t mean that a couple who didn’t have the same love languages wouldn’t end up together.For Timothee who had been in a long-term relationship, it was way easier to understand your partner
Waiting felt like a drag, and it was that period of time when the body would realize the exhaustion that it should’ve felt by now, and she really did feel the exhaustion even when what she did was only wait.They were already inside the hospital room, waiting in silence for Ngel to have consciousness.There was a huge bandage wrapped around his head and part of his arms. There were also wounds and bruises all over his body, especially his face, but the doctor said that none of those were lethal. They said that he was lucky he was in that part of the accident where he didn’t receive that much of an impact from the colliding cars or else, his body wouldn’t even be in one piece, just like what they said to the two unfortunate victims.She didn’t even wan