"A beauty to die for."
Stunning, smart, soft-hearted. Having all these qualities, Carrie even gets called an angel who descended from heaven.
Everyone loves her. Everyone adores her.
Little does Carrie know, someone has taken a different level of d...
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[Warning: This chapter contains scenes that might not be comfortable for some readers, especially those who have triggers with sexual harassment and violence. Please read with caution, thank you.]
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Carrie
The remaining hours of the day felt like I was dragging a boulder just to finish everything I need to. Nakapag-review naman ako pero nawalan na ako ng gana at hindi ko alam kung kakayanin ko ba ang finals. I slept with a heavy heart, knowing that I will have no other choice but to abide with the boundaries set by my cruel mother again.
Friday came, the last day for the shooting of our advertisement project. Still in the same building of our first shoot, I sat on one of the mini auditorium's chairs covered in red fabric. To my left was Dwight who was heartily snacking on a bag of potato chips.
To be honest, wala naman na kaming silbi rito. Natapos na noong Wednesday lahat ng shoots namin at editing na lang ng promo materials ang ginagawa ngayon, which was handled by the photography studio and not us. Ipinatawag lang kami to check with the progress of the edits.
Dwight nudged the potato chips to my arm, eyes asking me to get some. I flashed a smile of gratitude as I clutched a few pieces in my hand.
As we stared at the blank projector screen in front while munching, I decided to ask something.
"Dwight..." His head slightly turned to me. "How does it feel to be a congressman's son?"
He didn't try to hide his cringe and even breathed heavily, as if it was a question he had answered a million times already.
"Awful."
I smiled with a sense of empathy. That was my expected answer, too.
"Do you ever imagine what we could've been if we had different families? Alam mo namang anak din ako ng public figure, 'di ba?" I replied.
"I've always wondered about that. Well, I know I won't ever break away from this life so I stopped. Gustong-gusto ko rin naman na mayaman ako."
Dwight smirked at me. The same annoying smirk he had shown us when we bumped into him at the mall—yes, I finally remembered it—the first instance we acknowledged each other's existence. But this time, his smirk was paired with gloomy eyes, identical to the expression I had always seen when I looked into a mirror after receiving a scolding from Mom back then.
"Stop it, this is so cringey." He clicked his tongue and hastily shoved a handful of chips into his mouth, some pieces dropping on his maroon hoodie. This man wears nothing but hoodies every single day that I see him, gosh.
Natawa na lang din ako dahil napunta na naman sa corny topics ang usapan namin. Over the past three days na kasama ko si Dwight, we managed to talk frequently. Considering his rough and unfriendly persona, maybe I was one of the lucky ones that he kind of accepted as a friend.
