Love after Death (S1) [Completed]

Chapter 17: The Scar That Remembers

PRESENT TIME

Miguel's POV

The whole day passed by quickly without me realizing it. I kept moving between offices to do the duties assigned to me. I didn't even need Liam's approval because I was already familiar with what needed to be done in a day. And throughout that day, Liam didn't give me any orders, and I didn't hear his voice again after the drama that happened between us.

"Why are you doing this to me, Miguel? Who are you really??"

After everything he said, I remained confused, confused because I couldn't understand. Why did he say those things? Was it because I resembled his ex-girlfriend? Was it because he thought I was intentionally messing with his life? Is it my fault?

I don't know!

Even I don't understand these things happening with me. All I know is that I was deeply hurt after hearing those words...

The truth is, my chest hurt again while I was here in the office. But I tried to keep it to myself and ignore it because I didn't want to add to the problem between us earlier. I also didn't want my Dad to worry about me. I felt double the pain earlier-first, in my chest, second, because I saw Liam crying again.

There's something in me that doesn't want to see Liam cry. I can't explain it, but every time I see him in tears, all I want is to make him happy. But in this situation between us, I can't do it because I can't...

I can't because I'm affected.

Yes, I am!

In all the pain he's feeling, it's like my heart is connected to his. Whatever pain he feels, I feel it too.

"The guard said you're still not out of the building, are you still at the office?" the voice on the other line said, holding my phone.

"I'm still working on some documents, Sir. I'll go home when I finish this." I replied, releasing a deep breath.

I took a moment to glance to my side before the person on the other end of the line responded.

"Continue that tomorrow-Come downstairs now. According to your father, you didn't bring your car. So I'm going to send you home."

"No, Liam. I can bring myself home."

"Insist all you want, you'll come down here or should I come to you and carry you?"

"Sir Liam, it's not your duty to send me hom---"

"After what happened earlier, you think I can just let my conscience think miserably because of what I told you earlier?" I heard him sigh and mention my name again. "Miguel, you go down from there, and we'll talk. Okay?"

"Someone will catch me up. I have a birthday party to go to."

"Liar."

"Fine!!! I'm just going to empty my table then I'll go there. All good???" I responded with a forced tone, but inside, the butterflies were going crazy.

I don't even know why I feel like this. The only thing I know is that I'm happy when Liam is like this. I'm happy when he's okay, happy when he's not hurting, and happy when I know he's worried about me.

FUCK!!!!

"I'll wait for you here, Miguel. Don't make me wait for so long." That was all, and he hung up the call.

I closed my eyes tightly before finally cleaning my table. I stacked the signed papers and the unsigned ones.

I looked at the mirror and powdered my face. I stared at my reddish lips again and fixed my hair, parting it in the middle. Before I slung my small shoulder bag, I noticed a long mark on my hand. After everything, I finally went downstairs from where I was and started looking for Liam's car.