When I got out of the plane, Paris was my view. I might stay here for a while, it's always been my dream to have a house and live here for the rest of my life. Well, I was just a kid so I didn't know I would be here.
Some journalists were waiting for me at the airport already. How the heck did they even know I'm coming here in Paris?
I didn't buy a lot of clothes since I can just buy them here, plus it can also be a souvenir for me when I go home! As soon as I stepped out of the airport, I was surrounded by journalists and paparazzi. They were blocking me and I couldn't find my way, good thing there were guards. Wena was behind me and she was struggling as well.
"Is it true that your ex-boyfriend was a billionaire?" I heard a voice in the crowd.
I was bothered by the question. It was the only question I couldn't get out of my mind. How did they even find that out? The Internet is crazy.
We booked a hotel room and relaxed there for a bit. Wena was fixing our things and sat on the bed. "Totoo ba? Billionaire daw ex mo?"
I sighed. "Malay ko. He gave me a ring and a beach where there was a cabin. He owns a café and a restaurant and I don't know some expensive-looking cars"
"Wait. May café siya tas restaurant? Edi sinong nag mamanage nun kung wala na siya?"
She made sense. But I don't wanna know. I'm done with his business now and I don't want to see myself crying again because of what happened. I already accepted everything.
"What time is the fashion show gonna start?" I sit up and went into my baggage to find the dress I'm gonna wear.
When I arrive at the venue, a lot of photographers took a picture of me. Someone held and my hand guided me to our seat. There were a lot of models and artists when I entered, they welcomed me even though they haven't known me yet! They were so sweet.
Nang makaupo na ako ay nag start kaagad yung show. The models looked fabulous and alluring. During the show, I felt uncomfortable, like someone was staring at me. I know many eyes were looking at me but I feel uneasy.
I looked at my surroundings only to see people watching the show. Pinagpatuloy ko nalang ang panonood.
After the show, the crowd went crazy. Maraming mga celebrities and models na nakipag interact sa akin, all of them were kind and nakikipag-usap sila sakin na parang close friend ko na sila!
On our way to the exit, I bumped into someone.
Deja vu.
The scent was the same as him. The way we bumped into each other was just the same and I shivered.
I wanted to look at the person pero umalis ito kaagad. Wena patted my shoulders and I snapped back, I continued walking until we were outside.
Staring at the mirror while doing my skincare, I jumped into my thoughts. What if he's not really dead? I mean there's still no proof that he was but it was years ago.
He just disappeared, but he's not dead.
My mind was full of questions I couldn't even answer myself. Pero matagal na ang pangyayaring 'yon, kung buhay man siya, sana masaya siya.
If he was just around, how could he just listen to me calling his name like a lost child? How could he just listen to me crying?
I stopped when my cleanser dropped on my thighs. It was already 9 in the evening when I checked my phone pero hindi pa ako inaantok. Si Wena tulog na tulog na sa kama habang ako naman nakaupo pa rin.
I looked outside through the window and there were still people walking outside. I decided to go to the lobby and sit there for a while. I took my coat and covered my body.
Naglakad na ako papunta sa elevator at pagpasok ko ay wala namang tao. Ilang sandali pa ay nasa baba na ako, pagbukas ng elevator ay naglakad na ako palabas pero may pumasok kaya nagkabanggaan ang mga braso namin.
Gusto ko sanang mag pasensya pero paglingon ko ay unti unti nang sumasara ang elevator kaya umalis nalang ako papalayo.
Nangmakauwi na kami sa Pilipinas ay na busy kaagad ako. Puno ang schedules ko pati narin mga meeting kaya I didn't have time for myself. Sana nalang pala di na ako umuwi.
Pumasok ako sa isang restaurant at nagmamadali. I was 10 minutes late for our meeting and I'm sure lagot ako neto. Nang makita ko na kung saan siya naka upo kay pinuntahan siya at umupo sa kanyang harapan.
He looked old, akala ko ka edad ko lang. I thought he would be mad because I was late sa usapan naming time but he greeted me nicely and ordered.
"So, your post in Paris went viral and it had a big impact on the fashion show"
I smiled genuinely.
"Celést, we would like you to be the main lead in our new movie"
I thought it was gonna be a business thing. I paused. Hindi ko alam kung kukunin ko ba pero kase hindi ako magaling sa acting.
"For now, I'm not sure. I'll think about it" I answered. "What's the movie genre? Para alam ko"
"It's a bit sensitive"
I crooked my brows. What did he mean by that?
"Look, it's a great movie and it would benefit you a lot and many people will like it since you have a great body and you're beautiful" He panicked.
"No. I'm not taking your offer" I stood up and grabbed my bag and started walking out.
What the fuck does he think of me? A porn star? Fuck him.
While I was walking to my car, someone grabbed my hand and I quickly turn around. Binawi ko kaagad ang kamay ko.
"Don't you dare fucking touch me!" I shouted.
After I shouted, I saw people recording us and I sighed. Fuck everyone. Pumasok ako sa kotse ko at umalis.
Mamaya nasa news nanaman yan. Ako nanaman ang masamang tao. Bwiset. Naaiyak ako sa inis.
Pagdating ko sa bahay ay dumiretso ako sa kwarto ko at hinagis ang bag ko sa kama. I had a lot of fucking meetings today and it's making me stress myself out. Bakit ba kase ito ang pinili ko?
I checked the time and it was almost 10 in the evening. Wena sent me a link 1 minute ago and I know it's about me again. Ayoko sanang tingnan pero nabigo ako.
It was an article about me and the man. When I read the article further, he was found dead at the back of the restaurant we met. Tumayo ang mga balahibo ko. I felt guilty and happy at the same time.
Pero paano? Hindi ako makapaniwala. Parang ang imposible naman kase.
There was a Twitter post and I was mentioned. It said that it was my fault and I was mean to him and I killed him. Whoever tweeted this is dumb. Hindi ba obvious yung mga pangyayare?
What a shitty day.
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