Bachelor Series 2: Oscar Anderson

Chapter 20

Oscar POV

Oscar...

I heard someone calling me as I stumbled into his penthouse after a long tiring work, the weight of the day pressing heavily on my shoulders. It had been four years since Natalie left, but the memories haunted me, especially in my dreams. Every night, she appeared, smiling, her eyes full of unspoken promises and now he was hallucinating, again.

"Fuck" I cursed, siguro pagod lang ako

It was happening again and tonight was no different

I lay in bed, my eyes fluttering as I drifted into yet another dream. The room around me was familiar yet ethereal, a hazy blend of past memories and present longings

I had been having the same dream for years now. In it, Natalie stood on the far end of a sunlit meadow, her hair dancing in the breeze

She smiled at me, a smile that had once filled his world with light but every time I tried to reach her, she would fade away, leaving him with ache in his chest or sometimes I cant move close to her and the only thing to do is shout

"Natalie!" I called out, desperation evident in his voice. She turned to me and I saw her smiling but sadness in her eyes, her face a mixture of sorrow and joy

"Oscar, I'm sorry," she whispered, but the wind carried her words away before I could grasp their meaning

"Natalie, why did you leave?" I shouted, frustration boiling over. "What did I do wrong?"

Natalie's image started to fade, her form becoming translucent

"It wasn't you," she murmured, her voice distant. "I had my reasons"

But she was gone, leaving him alone in the meadow once again. The dream dissolved, pulling Oscar back to the harsh reality of his bedroom.

I jolted awake, drenched in sweat. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering image of Natalie as I sat up, my breath ragged. The clock on the nightstand read 4:00 AM. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and buried his face in his hands

"Im going crazy" 

 The frustration was overwhelming, and the pain of not knowing was eating me alive

I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, I opened the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, my usual coping mechanism and companion

Pouring a generous amount into a glass, I downed it in one gulp, the burn momentarily distracting me from the ache in his chest hoping to drown out the memories

"Damn you, Natalie. Why did you have to leave?" he muttered to himself as he poured another

"Another night, another drink. How long will this go on?"

He leaned against the counter, staring at the glass in his hand. It was his only comfort, his only escape from the torment of his dreams. Natalie had left him two years ago, but the memories refused to fade. They haunted him, a constant reminder of what he had lost

"What's wrong with me?" he muttered to himself

"Why did she leave without a word? What did I do to deserve this?"

"Yeah maybe, I do deserve this" he answered his own question 

He downed the rest of the whiskey and poured another, the routine as familiar as breathing. As the alcohol dulled his senses, But he knew it wouldn't last. The dreams would return, and with them, the pain

My hands shaking. The anger mixed with the sorrow, creating a toxic cocktail of emotions that I know I couldn't escape

"I just want to know why," I whispered