Prologue

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Disclaimer

This story is purely fictional. Names of characters, businesses, and some events are based on fiction and are just made up. Any resemblance to actual persons are coincidental. This story is also not affiliated with any place, school/university, business or events that are mentioned. You may encounter some gramatical errors along the way, I apologize in advance and I will re-edit it as soon as the whole story is done.


I am also not good with some terms and not knowledgable about them. I do try my best to research everything before publishing. If this bothers you, I apologize. I hope you bare with me and enjoy reading.

I also suggest reading "The Sky's Plan for Us"  first as this may contain spoilers for it.


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Being alone here got me wondering the streets of different places almost everyday, specially when we don't have work. Having my parents in the Philippines, I'm usually alone since I'm the type of person who doesn't like partying like what my friends usually does with their free time.


Strolling down the streets of San Francisco, a place took my attention. It was a small basketball court. There were some teenagers playing and I was just watching them from afar. I stayed there for a couple of minutes.


Basketball courts doesn't do well with me. There were too many memories made in basketball courts back in the Philippines. I should've learned my lesson the first time, but no. I let it be repeated. Memories that I also want to forget already. Not that I'm bitter about it, but I kind of am. I then heard my phone ringing.


"Hello?" I answered the call.


"Cali, where are you?" My friend, Nicole, asked. She was also from the Philippines like me. It was nice to find some Filipino friends as I didn't feel different.


"Some street I guess. Why?" I answered. I don't know what to answer her. They don't really know where I go at times since it was kind of my me time. I feel like a tourist when I wonder streets even though I was here from the start of med school. 


"Come to the cafe we're usually at. There are cute guys here. Bilisan mo ha!" She said and ended the call knowing I'd say no. I guess I really can't say no. 


I sighed and placed my phone in my bag and walked to the cafe. I can continue my research there while they simp on cute guys I guess.


I made my way in the cafe and I immediately saw them. I took a sit beside Nics.


"Hi! You're here!" She said.


"Yeah, I'm here." I said sounding annoyed but I still manage to show a smile. I wasn't really interested with the guys she was talking about, I just went here so they wouldn't get mad for me always saying no.


"The boys there are cute." Andrea, our other friend said. I took a look at the guys they were pertaining to and my world immediately stopped. Not romantically, but it stopped because it was the guy I didn't want to see ever again. Maybe he just looked like him, but no, I knew that it was him.


I just stared at him and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to get out of that place already but my body froze like it didn't wanted to move. Worst part is he went and looked at our direction. Fuck. He saw me. I immediately saw his expression changed. From being happy with his friends to a shocked one.


"I'm going." I said to my friends and stood up.


"Where are you going?" Nics asked. I didn't answer her and just went out of the cafe. I wanted to run, but where? I could feel myself tearing up. I wasn't ready, I will never be.


I quickly tried to get a hold of myself and pull myself together. I needed to go somewhere far. As I was supposed to walk away, someone grabbed my wrist.


"Calista." I heard him say. I turned my glance at him, it was really him. "Let's talk, Irish." He said sternly.


"We have nothing to talk about, Nikolai." I said. Mateo Nikolai Milano, the guy I never wanted to see again was here in front of me. But my heart was full of hatred to even give him a chance to talk. I walked out of the scene just like how he walked out our relationship like it was nothing, with not even a word with it. I sometimes wished before that he was fine even though we broke up. But I also prayed that I never see him again.




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