Maven and Adrianna were like the sun and the moon. Their paths were meant to cross but not to sync eternally.
Both from prominent wealthy families separated by hatred and vendetta, they should've left it at that. But fate has a funny way to let them...
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Uncertain.
Over the past months, I have been struggling with the uncertainty. Precarious, erratic, risky—whatever you call my decision may be. It only boiled down to the fact that, no matter what the reason, even if it was not enough if given the justification, all I did was because it felt right, it felt real and that's it.
I didn't know what felt worse that I knew life didn't come with a multiple choice or its question can't even guarantee clarity.
There were times that I got lost in thought in an expansive hallway of Law School. The faceless, nameless people I bumped into suddenly felt wrong. I would turned around and later realized that the oddity of the crowds grew overwhelming to my eyes for some reason. I started to grow exasperated with school work and all those readings I had to do. They were suddenly too much for me.
There have been moments that I yearned for a smaller city as I gazed down from my floor-to-ceiling sliding door of my pad in Serendra. I dreamt about escaping. Somewhere that would provide me the anonymity that I have been seeking. I craved the escape of Hongkong or Macau or anywhere but here. To do the things I've been wanting to do. To live. To love. To savor every moment without limits, without inhibitions, without all these restraints I felt that came along with this city.
I wondered what would happened if I accepted Maven's offer to runaway. To take his hands with me, sail half across the globe and never look back. These were the thoughts that halt me in my tracks and I admit to having these feelings, all of which I felt despite my innate cynicism.
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Text Message
11:15
Maven: Won't you make it to my graduation?
Me: Can't. It's a long drive from Tarlac.
Maven: Kahit silip lang?
Me: Can't do that. Your parents would be there too. Discretion, remember?
Maven: :-(
Maven: But I want you to be there
Me: I want to be there too but we're risking too much lately.
Maven: :-( :-( :-(
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There he goes again, making me feel guilty. He knew when he did that, it would render me imbecile and fold on to him the way he wanted. With my phone at hand, my fingers were tempted to take back my words when I heard someone called out.
