Sinfully Angelic

Epilogue

Adrien

The aroma of coffee that encircles the whole café lingers in my nose. It serves as a boost of ideas for my mind. While the clacking of keyboard as my fingertips touch the keys of my laptop keeps my focus away from the chattering of the customers and the busyness of Kofia.

I still can't believe it has already been one and a half years since I transferred to this beautiful town. It's not perfectly perfect, but the greens and the azures outmatches the other things, especially the blues of my heart. The challenges and understanding healed the painful parts of me.

I remember, I simply wanted to run away from everyone else, find a humble place with homely people and blend with them. I wanted to be somewhere where no one knows who I am, start again with a new identity. Maybe change a few things about me and do what I want.

Yes, freedom. The liberty to do my freewill. That was it. And this is it. Bellshore is the perfect place.

But it wasn't an easy plan. Not everything went my way. I don't even think I really changed or did I? But what I know for sure is that I carried on. I continued flipping the pages and trusted the story.

As I type the last entry of the documentary of my early life here in Bellshore and how I hustled through, I am now closing the last chapter of my beginning, ready to begin another journey.

I guess, that is life in general. Always pushing forward. And I may not know what or when the ending will be for me, but I'll happily continue to move with or without the woman I love by my side.

But God is kind. The universe is kind. I would always be ready to start again...

As I type the very last period of my entry and save the document, I raise my head and look up the doorway where I first met Emi. She had the most beautiful sad eyes and painful smile. I was grumpy when we first bumped each other, with a mindset of wanting to push everyone away. In fact, I wanted to hate all the women in general because of the experiences with my mom, my ex-friend, and ex-girlfriend.

But Emi and seeing her always made me feel soft for some reason. An encounter with her always felt cozy and magical. It was like all her emotions were overflowing out of her despite her exemplary skill of hiding them. And I don't know why but I feel them.

Maybe it's my curse of empathy. I'm not sure. All I know is, she was fragile. I would feel miserable if she would ever break. But later I realized, she is actually the strongest woman I know. And all I ever want for her is to give the genuine happiness she was deprived of.

Wherever she is today, I hope and pray she feels so much comfortable and better. I can't wait to meet her again someday.

I finish the last sip of my Hojicha latte and close my laptop, ready to leave my new favorite café. A thought came to mind whether when will be the next time I will read my entries that I haven't ever read, just wrote. Or will I ever read them? Would there be someone else to read them?

One thing is for sure, this journey is a part of me that I will and forever cherish.

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Emerald

I pressed my lips together after applying the soda pop shade lipstick. I looked at myself in the mirror and I saw a much different woman. Different from the girl who used to obey and please her mother, different from the girl who used to hang with the delinquents, and different from the girl who used to suppress her emotions to the point of numbness.

She now had a wavy ebony hair, half tied with a ribbon. This time, I saw a free woman. She was now comfortable in her own skin, cozily wearing a white ruffled sleeveless and a coffee colored gypsy skirt.