Love Deferred (Andrei Roxas ans Fides Mondragon Story)

chapter 18: the bouquet

Photoshoot second session...

On the second day of the photo shoots, Faith exuded effortless grace and mastery in her poses. Andrei watched from a distance, astonished by her remarkable personal growth. He couldn't believe how she had transformed from a timid, reserved girl into a confident and glamorous woman. She epitomized strength and independence in every frame captured.

Andrei stood in the hallway, watching as Fides placed the bouquet he had given her into a vase without a second thought. The flowers, carefully chosen as a gesture of goodwill and apology, now seemed insignificant, relegated to a mere decoration in the bustling hallway.

His chest tightened with a pang of hurt. It wasn't just about the bouquet; it was what the gesture symbolized. He had hoped it would convey his regret, his desire to reconnect, and perhaps even signify a new beginning. But seeing Fides treat it so casually made him question whether she had truly appreciated the sentiment behind it.

As Fides moved on with her business transactions, Andrei lingered in the hallway, struggling to process his emotions. He had come here with genuine intentions, hoping to bridge the gap between them, yet he felt farther from her than ever.

The realization hit him hard—perhaps Fides didn't see him or their shared past in the same light anymore. The woman he had once known as Fides, now Faith, had transformed into a strong, independent person who seemed determined to keep her past separate from her present success.

Feeling a mix of disappointment and resignation, Andrei quietly turned away from the hallway. He knew he couldn't force Fides to accept his apology or reciprocate his feelings. Her actions spoke volumes, and he needed to respect her boundaries, even if it meant accepting the painful reality that their connection might never be rekindled.

Leaving the photoshoot site, Andrei carried the weight of unspoken words and unanswered questions. He walked through the city streets, his thoughts a whirlwind of memories and what-ifs. The ache in his chest persisted, a reminder of the lingering impact of their brief but significant encounter.

As he reached his hotel room, Andrei sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. He looked at his hands, still holding the memory of the bouquet that now sat in a vase somewhere down the hallway. He realized that while he had hoped for closure or reconciliation, sometimes the most painful lessons are the ones that teach us to let go.

After the photoshoots, Andrei went to Fides. Everyone was surprised to see again Andrei in the photoshoots site... He brings with him a bouquet of flowers for Fides, but even himself don't know what the flowers are for.

As he handed it to Fides, Fides accepted the bouquet but refused again with his dinner invitation by politely saying she had business transactions after photoshoots...

Andrei stood in the hallway, observing as Fides,  casually placed the bouquet he had given her into a nearby vase. Each flower had been carefully chosen as a gesture of goodwill and apology, but now they seemed insignificant, merely a decorative addition to the bustling surroundings.

A pang of hurt tightened Andrei's chest. It wasn't just about the bouquet itself; it was the sentiment behind it that felt dismissed. He had hoped the gesture would convey his regret, his desire to reconnect, and perhaps signal a fresh start between them. Seeing Faith handle it so casually made him question if she had truly understood or appreciated its significance.

As Fides continued with her business transactions, Andrei lingered in the hallway, grappling with his emotions. He had approached her with genuine intentions, seeking to bridge the emotional distance between them, yet now he felt more distant than ever.

The realization struck him deeply—perhaps Fides no longer viewed him or their shared past in the same light. The woman he had once known as Fides had evolved into Faith, a strong, independent individual determined to keep her present success separate from her past.

Leaving the photoshoot site, Andrei carried the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Driving through the city streets, memories and possibilities swirled in his mind. The ache in his chest lingered, a poignant reminder of the impact of their brief but significant reunion.

Upon reaching his hotel room, Andrei sank heavily onto the edge of the bed. He stared at his hands, still holding onto the memory of the bouquet now adorning a vase in the hallway. He realized that despite his hopes for reconciliation, sometimes the hardest lessons teach us the necessity of letting go, like what Fides did after he answered her "No,'

Andrei sat on the edge of the bed in his hotel room, his hands trembling slightly. The weight of the day's emotions bore down on him, and he couldn't hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes. Pulling at his hair in frustration and regret, he replayed the events of the day in his mind.

"Why did I even come here?" he muttered to himself, his voice choked with emotion. "Was it all a mistake?"

He had hoped that seeing Fides again, now Faith, would bring some clarity or reconnection to the unresolved feelings from their past. Instead, but instead it felt like reopening old wounds. The sight of her effortlessly moving on, treating his gesture with such indifference, cut deeper than he had expected.

Memories flooded his mind—their childhood friendship, their dreams... He had chosen a path that led him away from her, driven by ambition and duty, and now he wondered if it had all been worth it.

Sitting alone in the dimly lit room, Andrei felt the weight of missed opportunities and the pain of unspoken apologies. He had carried these feelings for years, hoping for a chance to make things right, only to be faced with the harsh reality that time had changed everything.

He wiped away tears with the back of his hand, trying to compose himself. The bouquet of flowers, now a symbol of his misplaced hopes and unrequited sentiments, lay forgotten in the hallway. It was a stark reminder of how much had changed and how little control he had over the outcome.

"I should have known better," Andrei murmured, his voice hoarse. "I should have reached out sooner, explained myself... done something."

But now it felt too late. Fides, Faith in modelling world had moved on, carved out a successful life for herself, and Andrei wondered if he had become little more than a distant memory to her—a reminder of a past she had chosen to leave behind.

In the solitude of his hotel room, Andrei realized that he couldn't force reconciliation. Some wounds ran too deep, and some mistakes couldn't be undone. 

As the tears subsided and exhaustion took over, Andrei lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The city sounds outside seemed distant, muffled by the weight of his thoughts. He knew that tomorrow would bring a new day, with its own challenges and uncertainties, but for now, he allowed himself to grieve for what could have been and what was lost. But in his heart and mind he will exert more effort to show how regretful he is.

But in his heart and mind, Andrei resolved to show more effort in expressing his regret. Despite the overwhelming sense of loss and disappointment, a flicker of determination ignited within him. He couldn't change the past, but he could strive to make amends in the present.

As he lay there, staring into the darkness, Andrei began to form a plan. He would find a way to reach out to Faith again, not to impose himself or demand forgiveness, but to sincerely apologize and acknowledge his mistakes. He would find the right words to convey his feelings, knowing that they might not change her mind but hoping they would at least convey his sincerity.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Andrei finally closed his eyes, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. The city sounds outside faded into the background as he drifted off to sleep, his mind already composing the words he would write in the morning.

In that quiet moment, he found a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of regret. Tomorrow was a new day—a chance to begin healing, to reconcile with the past, and to move forward with whatever future awaited him.