Closing the door behind me, I still couldn't help but tear up a little. After telling Finn my bit and saying goodbye, I felt a bittersweet tone in my chest.
I may have been cruel. I've made wrong choices without me knowing. I was too absorbed with putting myself first.
I knew I was at fault. I didn't realize how much I've pained Harley.
However, it still hurt to ease my guilt. Because I was genuine in everything that I've felt as I did the things I decided to do. I just didn't realize soon enough how I was becoming a burden to people I had cared for once.
It hurt. It was difficult to let go. Since I was immature. It was hard to do the right thing. To fight for the urge to have what you want. It's really over but my stomach still hurts and churns everytime I think about it.
Most especially, if you've realized your true feelings for someone.
It's just sad because somebody owns you now, Finn. And it's not me anymore.
I just need to settle with the fact that Finn and Harley are ones that got away from me. As a lover. And as a friend. This is the closure that befits me.
"Are you alright ma'am Sarah?" my staff asks as I sip the sample tea that I will soon reproduce.
"Yes. I'm fine. I just thought of something." I answered.
"I'm curious boss. What made you turn into manufacturing? Isn't your old business a grand tea shop?" my manager asked.
I was inspecting the packets of dried flowers and leaves. They will be sent out to commercial malls and many more for selling.
"I don't think I can ever put up a shop again without a partner. It was never just my idea. Although, I'm still fond of tea. So I figured, I'll just manufacture my recipes for reproduction." I said.
"I see. Hmmm another shop wants to make you a supplier ma'am. They are ordering a lot. This is probably our biggest order yet." she says.
"Really? Which shop?" I asked and looked at the folder.
"Finley, Co." she read.
Then she continued, "They said it's a family tea shop that showcases healing with tea in different themes in their venue."
I couldn't help but smile as I liberate myself from the past and accept this warm present, hoping for a better future ahead.
I can finally express a better me.
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"Why are you looking at me like that, hun?" Harley asks as I daydream and stare at her.
"I'm thinking." I answered.
"What are you thinking of?" she asks.
"I'm a little worried for you." I told her and she gave this puzzled look.
"Why? I'm great. I'm excited." she chuckles.
"Yeah but you just have this habit of yours." I said and she kept quiet, as if to think what I meant.
So I continued and asked, "Do you remember that month before you left to migrate?"
"Hm? What of it?" she asked back.
"You're being like that again." I said and pinched her hands carefully. Am I just reading Harley wrong? But to me, Harley is like an open and transparent book. So easy to read.
She kept quiet so I fiddled with her hair as I explained what I meant, "I know something is wrong. You feel different again. It's like-"
"Like what?" she asks.
