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The Letter

Sorry for the late update. I thought I would have it yesterday. But I guess, today's not so bad after all. 

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Five years later...

Five years has passed. Xyryll had graduated already and is on her first year working as one of the department heads in their company that would soon be hers anyway. But still, she hasn't forgotten about Kris even though she’s been denying it ever since. She doesn’t have a boyfriend after Kris because she was afraid to get hurt again. She has a lot of suitors whom she turned down politely. Some some were persistent but soon gave up. She finds herself comparing them to Kris. To get herself busy, she just focused her mind on her work. Her mind drifted to the past when she and Kris were playing at the swing when there was a knock on her office door.

"Come in."

“Good morning Miss Garcia. Your dad called that he can’t meet the client he was suppose to meet and told me to ask you to meet him. He said you’d have to meet him in The Forks Restaurant at lunchtime,” Patricia, her old maid secretary told her. Sometimes she wonders if she will become an old maid like Patricia. “No, never!” she thought.

She arrived fifteen minutes earlier but noticed that her client was their already.

“Hi, good morning! I’m Xyryll Garcia from the Garcia Company and Industries. My father sent me here because he was a bit busy. I hope you don’t mind,” she said but the man didn’t look at her. He was still reading that envelop he had. She felt a li’l insulted.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” he said looking up at her.

“Kris? Is that you? It’s. . .How could. . ?” she suddenly stopped when she noticed the amusement in Mr. Montemeyor’s face.

“You’re saying Miss Garcia?” he asks.

“Oh, never mind,” she said. “By the way, I would like to ask about our proposal to your company?” she asks changing the subject.

“Yes, we have it already. We would like to reschedule a meeting with your board members and our board members if it would be okay, Miss Garcia?”

“That would be great Mr. Montemayor,” she replied.

“Shall we eat now?” he asks confirming.

“Yes, thank you,” she said. They ate.

“I’m Alex Kristoffer Montemayor,” he said without even asked and upon hearing his second name, she felt she wanted to cry. The pain is still fresh in her heart and mind. But she controlled her tears.

"I am the twin brother of Arthur Kritoffer Concio. He has our mother’s surname and I have my father’s. When our parents divorced, they have that way and took each of us.” Xyryll doesn’t know why he’s explaining all of this to her.

“Maybe you’re confused why I said this? Well my brother can’t come so he wanted to give you this.” And he handed the necklace with a heart pendant and a letter. “He wanted to come back here but he can’t. As you know he has brain cancer and. . . .”

“WHAT?? Brain cancer? NO!! He didn’t tell me. I was hurt when he left me without saying anything. I felt betrayed. I kept thinking that he didn’t like me anymore and he just can’t tell me.” She can’t control her feelings anymore. She cried even though she felt stupid already. She didn’t care anymore.

“I am sorry but I thought you already knew. He loved you very much. He was always saying your name that night before he passed away a year ago. He was suffering that illness for four years. But before that, he wanted to me to come here to give that to you and fulfill a promise I made him before he died. "

She didn’t know how she and Alex parted. She didn’t know how she got home. She was still shock with the news. That was why one time when they were biking that he felt a sudden pain in the head and he was rushed to the hospital. When he was out at the hospital, he said it was only a common headache. And she believed. She opened the letter she was holding tight and read.

My Dearest Xy,

I’ve been wanting to tell you this personally but I think I can’t; ‘coz you are now reading this letter already. I have loved you since the day I saw you biking passing at our house that morning when we first met. I followed you to the swing and introduced myself. I didn’t want to lose that opportunity of befriending you. I’m sorry if I hadn’t told you the truth. I don’t want you to be worried. I don’t want you to get hurt but I guess I’m hurting you already. I’m sorry for my selfishness. I was fighting very hard this disease because I wanted to come back to you, to see you. And when we are at the right age, I wanted to marry you. But I guess it ain’t gonna happen now. I want you to have a life. I don’t want you to live in our past. I know you have loved me also and it’s enough for me to know. I will always be there in your heat.

Loving you very much,

Arthur Kristoffer Concio

She didn’t know what to do. She is hurting very much. It’s like a knife stabbing her heart. It’s not easy to love someone. First, she lost her mom and then her first love. “And who’s next?” she asked no one in particular. She was very upset of the circumstances. She was very upset of her fate. She cried and cried until she falls asleep.

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