Maven and Adrianna were born on opposite sides of a century-old feud-two scions of rival dynasties steeped in pride, power, and revenge. He's fire. She's ice. Their worlds were never meant to merge, yet fate orchestrates their collision with unrelen...
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"That's not possible."
Horror held me frozen as I stared at my childhood friend. He couldn't possibly tell, can he? The thought made my heart pounded like a jackhammer in my chest as I asked, "Do you hear your self?"
"Of course." He said in complete bafflement as he shook his head, "That's not possible, how could I even think of that? That's like asking Tita Stella to have tea with Tita Camilla" His smile widened with humor and he stood, beaming thoughtfully at me. "Absurd! And of course, Tita Stella.. " He halted, his head swinging sharply toward me as he enunciated each word with biting clarity, "..imagine her reaction if she finds out."
"Yes" I chided at him gently, hoping my face won't give anything away. before adding, "Imagine how my mother would react. She'll go ballistic" "Worst, she'll probably.." His deep voice was strangely hesitant, almost as if he was testing the waters as he added, "..send you back to New Hamsphire for sure"
"Rocco?" Someone bit out from the entrance of the tent. Her eyes jumping warily from me to Rocco before she said, "Tawag ka ni Dr. Ong"
"I think that's my cue." Rocco said with glacial calm, and then, while the Med student watched, "You'll be fine alone right?"
I nodded, and with a considerable amount of foreboding as I watched how he walked over by the entrance, "Don't worry, Rocco. I'll be fine"
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The conversation I had with Rocco awhile ago, replayed to me over and over again as if reminding me of the dilemma I had.
For a woman who had always been able to hold my self together, no matter how the situation turned out as, it suddenly felt like I was slipping in with nothing to hold on to.
This will be the last time.
I've said it for a countless time before. I said it a lot inside my head. I've said it while talking to my self over my camera phone. I had resolved matters to my complete satisfaction in my own mind, and I convinced my self that nothing and no one could ever invade the place where I put my resolve to rest.
I darted to the old nipahut before I spotted the person I was looking for. The man who did not leave the intricate maze of my thoughts, even in a blink of an eye.
The reason for my constant loneliness, feelings of sadness, and what ifs. I walked forward another pace, then stopped when he pulled out a cig over his pocket and lit it up, his dark head bent as his hands cupped over the flame.
I expelled the breath I didn't know I'd been holding, and the tiny sound made him glance up sharply. His eyes narrowed in surprise or displeasure-I wasn't certain.
