The Repercussion: Scandalous Series 1 [COMPLETED]

Epilogue

For once, have you ever pondered the repercussions of having an overwhelming quantity of affection for someone in your life?

You are well aware of the repercussions that lie ahead if you keep on loving that person, but you can't stop yourself because your heart beats for her.

At any time of the day, her presence lingered in your mind. Her voice echoed in your ears, sounding like a delicate melody on a violin. Her curly hair, her posture, the way her emerald eyes roll over--just everything about her and everything she does is captivating to my eyes.

But the repercussions lingered, no matter how I fell in love with a woman named Amara Sadie Gutierrez.

Her mother and grandmother raised me. I shouldn't be in that position or living in that mansion. It was supposed to be her instead of me. However, fate is something that contradicts our story.

"Why do you keep on passing through this hallway? These are preschoolers, bro!"

I leaned against the wall in front of Amara's classroom, arms folded. We were just in second grade, but he acted like a high schooler.

"You are watching that kid again?"

He moved closer to the window and fixed his gaze on Amara. This has always been a cycle since I saw her crying while patting his father. It was Morgan, the one I wanted to teach me to play the violin.

When the teacher turned to look at us, I dragged his elbow. This was the third time.

"She's cute." He grinned while we were walking in the parking lot.

"Shut up." I cut him off.

"I knew it! You like her?" he asked with widened eyes.

Like...

What exactly does he mean? Is it associated with something you are fond of? Like the hefty books I enjoy so much? Like the last warm embrace I had from my mom. Or perhaps her favorite bubble tea that she likes? Was it comparable to that definition?

Starting that day, I couldn't stop thinking of her cute emerald eyes and even her curly hair. Her pearl clip Lonie has given her. She was still using it, and she seemed to be fond of it.

When Morgan accepted me as his student, I was happier. I couldn't determine whether I was glad because I'd be learning new skills or because I'd be seeing her cute face. On the other hand, she hates me. She spent more time with Matteo, Savannah, Sachi, and Samuel. The last person was her crush.

I'd see how she blushed at him when he offered his handkerchief, when he fixed her hair, when he gave her gifts, or when they interweaved hands.

I was disappointed because the 'like' thing seemed to appear between them. We would be staying in the same simple house, but it seemed that we both had a different universe.

I kind of forgot that word, not until she kissed me. She built an unexpected relationship with me, and she was the only one who knew what kind of relationship it was. When my eyes are locked on her, I keep thinking about what I like about her, but I can't pinpoint it.

"Shit, bro! You're fucking in love!" Pong smirked and tapped my shoulder.

I had just told him that I had forcefully admitted to Amara that I desired something more between us. Aside from liking, I then discovered a new word that I needed to have a deep understanding of.

Love...

Was that something you didn't want to lose? Something you wish you could keep forever? Something you wanted to softly caress because you adored it? Is that why I can't decide what I like about her because I adore everything about her?