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(Chance)
Ever since I was a child I always got what I wanted. I'm used to getting the limited edition action figures. I'm used to being the people's top priority. Because if Chance Gerald Draft wants then Chance Gerald Draft gets it. Whatever it is, wherever or whenever. I just do because I have to admit, I was a spoiled brat. But five years made me realize I was wrong. The truth about my luck in everything was a fraud. I fucked up in love.
I thought I got the best love I could ever have. I thought the love I receive from my family and friends are enough to make me believe I am so lucky but the truth is I never got the love I wanted. I always had a dream of loving a girl who loves me as much as I do. I always had a dream of having a perfect and beautiful relationship. But it didn't work out in my first attempt and after that I became cowardly selfish to even try again. I will never deny the fact that I am selfish because I really am. I know that.
I never lack attention. Ever since I was little I know there is this charm in me that could make the people around me do what I want them to do. Men have always envied me because of the unbelievable gorgeousness I have. If they wont try to befriend me they'll end up trying to badmouth me. That's how bitter men are because of my looks. Well, girls. You probably know what my looks is capable of when it comes to seducing women. Let's face it. In this cruel world, you'll have to use yourself as your own weapon. If you're lucky enough to have a face like mine then it is your advantage.
And all my life I took my looks as an advantage to rule people, to control them, to get what I want. I took my hotness as an advantage of hurting women. Because I thought if I'm miserable they should too. Instead of getting hurt I will be the one to hurt them. That's how my mind worked at that time.
"Gerald..." I look up to the voice and it is her. I flashed a genuine smile and stood up as a respect.
"Iya, good morning. Please sit down." So she did. You must be wondering who the hell she is. Well, she's Chase's mother, Khia Baltazar. Why we meet, you ask? I don't know either. I just got a message from her yesterday and she said she wanted to talk to me in person. Honestly, my heart is beating so fast because of nervousness and anticipation. I bet we'll talk about me and Chase.
"You said you wanted to talk to me. Why?" I asked. She smiled at me before she took a sip on her glass of water.
"It's been a long time since I last heard you call me by my nickname, Chance." Hearing her say my name 'Chance' makes me shiver. One person instantly came into my mind; the girl I love, Chase.
"I think it's been twelve years." I said, a matter of fact. The last time I saw her was when I last fetched Dene and that was twelve years ago. She smiled at me and I smiled at her too. She's still the same Khia I know. She still resemble the attitude of her daughter and most of all her eyes are still like hers. I tried to avoid her gaze for all I can remember are the eyes of the girl I hurt.
