Our Lovely Nights (Original, English Version)

Chapter 8 - Cara Taylor

I did agree to another tryst in the future. I contemplated on it. I know for sure that it would be the last one. Right now, I'm already feeling a little attached and he wouldn't like that. The moment we parted ways, it's like he switched on something and his aura became that of a stranger. I watched him go before I started walking in the opposite direction. He told me to create a nickname for him. I can only think of darling. I chuckled at his horrified expression. It has been good memories with him. Now, where do I go from here?

I went to see my brother Christan. It's been a while since we last saw Oliver. I sobered at the thought of him. I might have driven him away, too. I sat at Christan's exclusive bar as he served me with my favorite drinks. I think this is how he'll celebrate my birthday. I chuckled.

"I have work tomorrow. Go slow on the drinks." I reminded him.

"Where were you yesterday? I could've drowned you in alcohol." I laughed at his ugly thought.

"I was having fun." My tone might have given me away. He squinted at me as he took a seat opposite me, laying down a small cake with a lit candle. It's cute.

"You're seeing someone?" He asked. I knew he would've caught it.

"No. I think it's completely one-sided. Only I like him." I closed my eyes for a wish, then I blew the candle.

"How are you these days?" He asked and I had to pause, propping my head on my hands.

"Have you heard from Oliver?" I asked. It's a bit of a touchy subject. We support him in his decision but we still felt that he should have stayed. Which I'm sure he felt isn't a real kind of support. Sometimes I wonder what kind of support I should have shown them. Christan is no different from me. We both felt bad when we realized Oliver drifted away from us and we have ourselves to blame for it.

As expected, he fell silent at my question. He shook his head.

I usually message Oliver once every week. I don't care if he replies or not. Once a month, I do ask him to reply, just so I know he's still out there. He does. He was kind enough to humor me on that one. Still, things are already awkward between us. If I want to repair our relationship, I would have to go find him and talk to him face to face.

"He knows what he's doing. That much is true." Christan stated after a while, standing up to fetch a new bottle of something. Champagne in honor of Lee? I grimaced at his dark sense of humor.

"He'll find Lee, right?" I asked. So many years have already passed. He should be able to find her soon, right? I suddenly felt hurting for my brother and his wife. I leaned back my head to stop the tears. Why did it have to happen to the two of them? Worse, they have a child together and we can only hope that Lee took care of him well.

"He will." Christan answered as he poured the drink into two glasses. Lee loved champagne. I reached into one of the glasses, watching the bubbles. There's something relaxing about it.

"Now, about this man you are seeing..." I rolled my eyes at Christan's statement. I thought he already let that go. I was wrong. I would forever be someone my brothers had to take care of. It would take some convincing on my part, let them know I can take care of myself.

A few weeks later, I was getting bored at home. I didn't have the desire to go out, unless it's to meet a certain someone. I sighed. I'm screwed.

I took out the phone he gave me. I haven't used it yet, except to play games. The ones he had installed are interesting to play. Simple and entertaining.

Should I send a message or not? I contemplated for a while.

"You there?" Finally did.

I waited and waited. He didn't reply. I groaned as I stuff my face with a pillow. Bad decision. How am I supposed to sleep when I worry about his reply?