"When do you plan on getting married, mija?"
"I don't have any plans yet, Abuela. I'm not even dating anyone."
"But I saw you kissing that girl..."
Oh, right. That was... embarrassing. Not because I was kissing Sunnie, but because we probably looked like teenagers getting caught in the act.
"Abuela..." I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm—it was my grandmother, after all. "Can we not talk about this? I have no plans to get married."
Not yet.
"Why? You have everything in life—except a husband..." She wasn't letting this go. "—or a wife."
This old lady, tsk.
"I've told you plenty of times, Abuela. I don't want to marry someone who can't make me feel alive, who won't pull me into the kind of madness that makes life exciting. A boring marriage isn't for me."
And there's only one person who drives me crazy in all the right ways. She's not ready yet—but one way or another, I'll make sure she ends up with me.
My abuela left my office after getting a call from my grandfather, reminding her about lunch.
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, grateful that she loves me unconditionally, accepting whoever I choose to be with—unlike my mother.
The moment I thought of her, a dull ache settled in my head. I rubbed my temples, recalling our last conversation. It had been a month ago... and it ended in flames.
She hasn't been the same since my sister's death. I understand why she treats me the way she does.
It was my fault.
I swallowed back my tears. The last time I cried was the day I saw my sister's lifeless body. No matter how much time passes, I can't forgive myself for the choices that led to that unbearable moment. Five years have gone by, yet the pain still lingers, sharp as ever.
A sudden ding from my phone pulled me out of the darkness. As I glanced at the screen, my home screen wallpaper lit up—Sunnie, peacefully asleep beside me.
My angel...
How can someone be so effortlessly beautiful? She radiates warmth, like a golden ray of sunlight. Mi sol—that's why I chose to call her that. My sun.
Before I could get lost in admiring her, another notification popped up, momentarily covering Sunnie's sleeping face on my screen.
My brows furrowed as I read the messages.
Both Ana and Eve had texted me.
From: Eve
"I told you, you should've come with us tonight!"
Attached is a photo. Sunnie and Frankie, seated together in the VIP section, deep in conversation. They looked like they were having the time of their lives. Tsk.
From: Ana
"Your baby is here, Miss Greenflag. Keep up with that whole 'boundaries' thing, and you'll lose her to your favorite student."
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Burn For Me
General FictionAfter suffering a tragic memory loss, Sunnie Rae, also known as Paeng, lived a simple and happy life among the aged in an institution for the elderly. Following her dream to become a successful Master Chef was never a piece of cake. Her godly tongue...
