HER

𝙎𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏

Her smile looks so sweet. She is holding my hand. We are in the place where anyone is just moving backwards and we are just walking forward. I can see a light, and when she reaches the light, she kiss... Her?

I wake up breathing heavily. Her face is clear, but the girl she kissed is so blurred. My alarm starts to ring, and I stop it, looking at my hand in tears. Why am I crying? Why am I sweating so badly?

I wake up and look at my surroundings; it was my bedroom, all shades of white and glass, and I look at my smart watch; it was 7 a.m. in the morning. I smiled...

I think this is the right time to confess my feelings to her. I got up, drank warm water, and went to the shower.

I wear my tuxedo black and my iphone watch and go to my car Mclaren Elva, which I brought to myself for the eighth time because I don't like paparazzi to follow me. I have a lot of mansions in Los Angeles, California, and some parts here in the Philippines. Our family is known for a lot of things, so we need to be ready for anything, and I want to be deserving of her. I will come to her house, and I want to take her out for the first time.

I park myself at their mansion. Yes, they are rich like us; our family is close together, and that is my advantage hopefully. The gate opens because they know it was me. Then I knock, and their maid opens the door for me. I followed the chief of the maids. Diamante mansions are like old-fashioned style houses, but they are elegant and classy. I saw Tita, and I kissed her hand to pay respect to her.

"Oh, my Simon," she smiled and offered me tea, but I politely refused and would like to see her daughter.

"Tita, where's Carla?" She is shocked and blushing. They probably know I have feelings for her daughter because I'm always visiting them, and because my sister is close to her daughter, they are not easily fooled.

"She is on the balcony with your sister." I smirked and bowed to her mother.

I go to their elevator, and somehow I feel so nervous, and when it opens, I slowly and gently go to the balcony when I hear noise, which is two ladies talking about something. I know it was Carla and Sandra, my sister's voice, and I stopped and listened to what she said.

"I will confess to her, Sandra," which makes my heart stop beating for a while. I don't want to move anything and don't know how to react. Is this the dream I've seen?

Sandra laughed and said, "You've been so in love with her ever since you were young, right? What's her name again? Zaleria Clariossa?

"Shhhh, don't be too loud!" She rolls her eyes in annoyance, but that really breaks my heart in a thousand pieces.

𝐶𝐿𝐴𝑅𝐴 𝑃𝑂𝑉
I look at Sandra, annoyed, and suddenly think of ways to make her happy and what the best date idea for her.

And I look at Sandra; she has that Spanish beauty; she has that fabulous cheekbone; she has a baby face; she has curly hair; and she has a pointed nose that looks like Daphne in Bridgerton. She excuses herself, and I give her some privacy. After that, she has something to do, so we say goodbye.

I wash my hair, and tonight will be the night that I will confess to her that it's been 18 years of loving her in silence, scared of discrimination for who I really am. Only Sandra knows she is in love with someone, and because she has a high profile because of their family, she just can't do things on her own for now, but this time she is ready.

And I wear a sweater and an oxford shirt this time. I would like to have a normal day, and me and Zaleria have been classmates ever since middle school, and that is the first time I feel in love with her. She is really nice, and I could tell she was beautiful. She has straight brown chocolate hair, tan skin, full lips, heart-shaped lips, and a dimple in her right cheek when she smiles. She is adorable, and she is taller than me, but she really makes me happy and motivates me to be better, but she is mysterious and a hard puzzle that I can't understand. Her eyes have something to say but can't. I'm scared to found out