Lost Star. [Revising]

Secret.

How if he managed to find out? How if I became overjoyed, and I didn't realize that the truth is being dug by time.

And how if he left?

All i know about is, nothing is perpetual. People preached about why did everyone leave in the end. I hate how departure is romanticized. I hate those tumblr posts about how their lovers left, how they scarred their heart.

But, like I said. Nothing is perpetual, and I want to cherish us, every second we spent together, every minute of me being held in your arms, every hour listening to your heartbeat when you are asleep, every day counting to our end.

We are so wrong, I know.

But I wish I was made to bring back your lost piece of rib.

Almas pulled Ailsa's hair roughly. She fell with her side facing the wooden floor. He cupped her face with his palms, whispering,

"I know—"

"—You didn't love me. You lied to me, how dare you. You said you were going out of town, but you didn't tell me you were going with him. How dare you let him kissed you. How dare you."

"B-but you didn't love me too." Ailsa shrieked, holding back her tears.

"I USED TO LOVE YOU."

He exhaled his breath.

"Long ago before I realized you have cancer."

"And why.. is that? I loved you, even if you're around with your girls. I loved you, in your darkest times. I loved you, even when you hit me, yell at me, throw things at me. I loved you, no matter what way you used to scatter my heart to pieces. And now, you said, you didn't love me because I have a bomb ticking in my veins?"

A slap landed on Ailsa's cheek.

"Yes. Can't you see me, Ailsa? I'm a billionaire. I'm an actor. Everyone knows me. I'm all over the magazine cover. And I would have dumped you if I don't care what would media talk about me. What are they going to say? An uprising actor dumped his fiance because of a cancer she has? And least, I do not care at all, about the things happened between you and Yuma. Just a friendly reminder you wouldn't want to be caught cheating or your name would be spread over the media as 'the unfaithful and sick fiance'"

She tried to set back her crumbled puzzle pieced words. She wanted to go to a place far, far away, where nobody can ever find her. She is sick of being hurt. And clearly, in this time, she needs a shoulder to lean on, a pair of eyes to drown in, a hand to hold, and a certain person named Yuma to do all of the things she thought about. She took her coat and walked outside the house, calling the taxi heading to Yuma's house.

If only the world is merely a fairytale.

She knocked on the door, and once he opened the door, she fell in his hug.

A hug that feels like home.

"What happened?" Yuma asked, still holding her in his arms.

"He found out."

"Excuse me?"

"About us, he found out. And he said we better keep it in secret because if they know it, he would spread my name to the media. And I'm over. We're over. And We might—"

She bursted into tears, and she has never been more lucky that she's with him.

"No, I wouldn't let that happen. I am going to protect you, like he failed to do. I'm going to spend days with you, without anyone even knowing that you and I do exist. Do not let his words cross your mind. I want you to be happy, and I'd do anything to make you smile."

"Okay, Ailsa?"

Yuma sent her a reassuring smile, and Ailsa nodded, still in tears.

"Tell me, Ailsa. Do you still love him?

I do, even if it would never be more than my love to you.

"No," She smiled and let go of his arm.