Strings In An Angel's Wings (Chains of Puppetry Series #1)

Epilogue - Part 2

Epilogue - Part 2

“So, what's the plan?” Atlas asked, watching me pack my bags.

“I'm going back to the Philippines. I'm going to remember her, and then I'm going back to her,” I told him.

He sipped his glass of whiskey before looking at me.

“What if that ‘girl in your dreams’ doesn't like you anymore and has already fallen for someone else? What are you going to do?”

I paused for a moment before snapping my head towards him, my forehead creased.

“Is this still about me?” I asked, sensing a deeper meaning.

His forehead creased too. “Of course it's still about you!” he said, obviously defensive.

Leon chuckled while watching something on his phone.

“Oh, okay,” I said, resuming my packing.

“So? What are you going to do?” he asked after several minutes of deafening silence.

“I don't want to talk about it,” I said, the thought of her having fallen for someone else already... felt like daggers flying towards my heart.

“Just answer it,” he demanded.

This asshole. Why doesn’t he just admit that he lost his chance with the girl he likes because he only appreciated her when she had already fallen for someone else?

“If... that happens,” God, please no, “I'll ask her if she's happy with him... and if he's taking care of her the way she should be taken care of,” I said.

“And? What if she's already happy with him? And he's already taking care of her?”

I glared at him, feeling as if he was chanting a curse at me.

“Then, I'll stay away. If she's happy, I'll try my best to be happy for her too, because she deserves nothing but happiness and every good thing in the universe.”

That’s what I thought I’d do. I thought it would be easy because I want nothing more than for my angel to be happy. But when I saw her at a hotel with her boyfriend, booking a wedding, I felt like my world came crashing down.

“Fuck,” I cursed, my voice breaking as I repeatedly smashed my fist against the bathroom wall. The red stain slowly dripped down the tile.

Tears from my eyes mixed with the shower’s cold water.

“God... why...” I begged, my voice barely audible.

She looked happy with him. I should be happy for her too. But I couldn't...

Am I selfish for begging God to give her to me instead?

Am I selfish if I’m willing to give everything, even my life, just so I could be the one waiting for her at the end of the aisle?

Am I selfish for wanting to spend the rest of my life with her?

“Fuck!” I cursed as my fist hit the shower tile again.