Rylee's POV
Hindi ko alam kung bakit dinala ako ng mga paa ko sa tapat ng condo unit ni Charles. Alam kong wala ako sa posisyon para humingi ng tulong sa kaniya pero wala na rin akong ibang lalapitan.
Humikbi ako ng isang beses bago kumatok sa pintuan niya. Walang wala ako. Wala akong kakampi, wala akong kasama. Binuksan ni Charles ang pintuan at gulat niya akong tinitigan.
"Rylee?"
Naging hudyat ang pagsasalita ni Charles upang humagulgol ako sa harap niya. I attempted to let the tears flow freely in front of him, hoping that the release of emotion would somehow lessen the pain. However, instead of finding relief, the pain seemed to intensify, leaving me drowning in a sea of sorrow. Tuwing pumipikit ako, nakikita ko ang hitsura ni Tristan na nagmamakaawa sa akin.
Guilt hangs heavily over me, casting a deeper darkness upon the night. The air feels peculiar, colder than ever, as if mirroring the chill within my own soul.
Mahigpit akong niyakap ni Charles. All I could do was seek solace in his embrace.
"Mahal ko siya," saad ko sa gitna ng mga hikbi.
Naramdaman ko ang marahan na paghaplos ni Charles sa likod ko.
"Mahal na mahal ko siya pero mali na, hindi na tama, Charles."
Pumasok kami sa loob ng unit niya. He deliberately dimmed the lights, creating a more subdued atmosphere. I took a seat on his sofa. He gazed at me with tender eyes, and all I could do was cry.
"I'm sorry for seeking comfort when I'm the one who hurt you, Charles. Wala na talaga akong malapitan. I don't know what to do anymore, I don't know where to go."
Huminga ako nang malalim at yumuko.
"Don't worry, tomorrow, I'll stay at Liese's place. I need to talk to her too," saad ko.
"Liese is gone, Rylee."
Para akong nabingi sa sinabi niya. What did he mean by "gone"? I must have looked shocked because Charles noticed it.
"She went to states earlier, her mom booked her flight. The issues won't let her sleep."
Namutla ako sa sinabi ni Charles. Wala akong ginawa kung hindi ang humagulgol sa harap niya. A wave of guilt crashed over me. The realization of the pain I've caused to those around me—first Tristan, then Charles, and now Liese—left me feeling utterly selfish and careless.
Niyakap ako nang mahigpit ni Charles. Hindi siya nagsalita. In the midst of my own turmoil and the consequences of my actions, what I yearn for most is not a scolding or a lecture. Instead, I crave the simple comfort of someone's presence. I need to feel the solace of being accompanied, a silent reassurance that speaks louder than any words ever could.
"Thank you, Charles," bulong ko.
"Rest, Rylee. You had a long night."
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Tinitigan ko ang bagong damit na binili ni Charles para sa akin. The embarrassment washes over me like a tidal wave. Not only have I hurt him, but now I find myself seeking help and comfort from the very person I've wronged.
Lumabas ako ng bathroom na suot na ang bagong damit para sa trabaho. Naroon na siya sa dining table at nag-aayos ng pagkain. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt, sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms. I couldn't help but bite my lip as memories of someone else in similar formal attire flooded my mind. Tristan, always adorned in formal clothes, exuded a certain charm in them, a detail that now felt like a bittersweet echo from the past.
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RomanceRyah Lylee Solares harbored a lifelong resentment toward the Remingtons. Fueled by a burning desire for revenge, her world takes an unexpected turn when Tristan Remington, the very embodiment of her disgust, declares his love for her. As the lines b...
