Ruth Summer, who was left by Enzo, decided to leave everything behind in Manila and went to Bohol for thirty days to take a break. Then she met Grayson who captured beautiful photos of her-including her heart.
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Ruth Summer Rosales' life crumbled...
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After we ate our breakfast, we walked along the beach. The salty wind blew upon us and my hair and dress swayed because of it. Enzo doesn't seem to care about the beautiful weather today since he's just walking with his hands in the pocket of his khaki shorts. His top is just a plain white V-neck shirt which defines his bulky chest-the product of his regular workout.
A moment later, he stopped walking when the place didn't have too many people roaming around. He stared at the sea as the waves hit the sand by the shore.
"You are coming home with me."
Mabilis akong napaangat ng tingin sa kan'ya nang dahil sa sinabi niyang 'yon. Humugot ako ng malalim na hininga bago sumagot sa kan'ya.
"Enzo, I still have two days here!"
He glared at me. "You have nothing to do here anymore! You are coming home with me, Ruth. Stop flirting with a guy here! Nandito na ako, oh? Sinusundo na kita."
My tears started to pool on the corner of my eyes. "You broke up with me, remember?" I sobbed as tears started to fall. "I begged for you to stay. You didn't, right? You even told me before . . . that you won't come back to me. That you love me but you can't stay with me anymore!"
His jaw clenched as he looked away. "You know that I was not fine back then, Ruth."
"And now that you're fine, you're going to hurt me this way?"
He looked at me with his creased forehead. "Hurt you? I'm just taking you back."
"You're hurting me. You kept on telling me hurtful things that I know I don't deserve, Enzo. You called me names . . . swear at me. You might never hurt me physically but your words cut deep in my heart and it can never be mend by any medicine."
I sobbed once again as I wiped my tears. He kept on sighing in frustration.
"You told me to go . . . kasi hindi ka na babalik."
"I didn't mean it!" he shouted. He looked at the people that passed us by before looking back at me. "I told you, I was not fine. All I could think about that time was how you always told me things whenever I shared problems with you." He looked away. "I started feeling better when you left and I took therapy."
I sniffed as I turned my attention to the sea. "You started feeling better without me, then why are you taking me back now? You are better off without me."
"Because I love you. I still do."
I wanted to look at him but I couldn't. There's just nothing that I felt anymore when he said those words to me.
"I love you and I am willing to do everything just to take you back, Ruth."
He held my arms to pull me closer but I removed his hand as I wiped my tears.
"Did you forget? You made me this. You caused me this depression that I had because you repeatedly told me to man up and face the problem, that I am being overly dramatic . . . and that the pain or problems that I had was just nothing compared to other people's hardships. Did you forget about how you invalidated me the whole time when I trusted you so much by telling you all those things, Ruth?"
