"We did fuck."
"What the fuck?" Garry looked at me in awe and disbelief.
"You fucked with someone?" A grin slowly appeared on his thin lips. He was giving me that 'we are going to celebrate, bitch' look. But I know he will surely be mad and go cray if he knows it wasn't just someone. But my ex. Literally, my ex.
"No." I tried to think about the events that happened. I was so drunk that I can't remember but I'm pretty sure we did not do it. But the idea of it. The kiss. I'm not even sure if we kissed! But even if we did, I will surely regret it. Hindi naman ako pabaya sa sarili ko para lang na basta basta ibigay ang sarili ko sa iba. I'm conscious with people's touches! I don't even like when someone touches me! But why... I hate her but why can't I resist when she touches me?
"I need a drink–"
"No! I don't need a drink. I'm never drinking again!" I massaged my temples and scooted away leaving Garry full of questions.
Weeks later and my life seems to be in a never-ending loop of coffee, work, sleep, write, coffee, work, sleep, write. I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the empty screen, the cursor blinking incessantly. My mind was blank, devoid of any ideas or inspiration. I tried writing, but I couldn't get the words out. Maybe I was just having a brief creative block, or maybe I was overworked. Whatever it was, I was disappointed and annoyed by it.
Cleo was on my lap, sleeping soundly. I stared out the window, watching the empty skies and the lonely moon, hoping for some sign of inspiration, but nothing came... I sighed, giving up.
Then my phone rang. Garry's name lit up the screen. I picked it up and lazily answered it.
"Yes, Garry? What now?"
"Are you done with your work?"
"No. And I don't have any ideas on my mind as of the moment."
I can already see him sighing in disappointment. He did sigh on the phone. "Look, do you know Celestia Production?"
"No." I answered but it was a familiar thing to me.
"Bitch, it's the biggest and most successful production company in the Philippines right now."
"Oh. Okay." I said, uninterested.
"They want to make your book into a movie. Your novel has been optioned for it"
I jolted down my seat as I heard that news. Cleo was surprised that she jumped out, scared and surprised.
"I'm sorry, baby." I mouthed and slid the door to the balcony trying to get some fresh air and regain my thoughts.
"Are you being serious right now?" I asked.
"Does it look like I'm going to joke for fucking three a.m in the morning?" his voice raising at me. Napatakip ako ng tenga. "Geez, okay. Sorry." I apologized.
"But are you really sure about it?"
"Yes. The people from Celestia Production called me. They would like to schedule a meeting with you this Saturday morning."
My hands were on my lips. My eyes twinkling in success and dreams! I never expected this to happen at all. I was just writing a draft, then publishing it, and then suddenly it blew up! My books got published and I earned money and now, my work is going to be on the screen! On the fucking screen!
I just can't believe it! This is a dream come true!
That Saturday morning, I prepared myself in the best way possible. I created a timeless and traditional look by pairing a black slim-fit pant and white long-sleeve shirt. The black slacks and the white shirt's crisp fabric made for a striking contrast that emphasized my outfit's stylish design and simple lines. My finely boned wrists were emphasized by the shirt's buttoned cuffs, and my form was enhanced by the pants' slim-fit design. All together, there was a subtle elegance that exuded sophistication and grace. I grabbed a gold necklace and wore my black YSL heels.
