"I'm not getting any girlfriend for the rest of my life. I think... I think I'm going to propose to Zara in a month..."
I closed my eyes in depression. I don't want to hear that for the rest of my life.
That. CRAP.
It's been a month after Zara's birthday. She's been ignoring me after what I've done to her...
She hasn't said anything so I repeated the words.
"Zara, I love you believe me..." I cupped her face.
"C-cristoff, salamat sa paghanap kay Dad..." She looked away. She seem...tensed.
"Zara. Look at me..." She looked at me and I can see there's something I can't believe yet can't understand that look in her eyes.
Is this what I think it is?
What is this? Why...why am I thinking that she... No. It can't be.
But. I'm somehow, hoping.
"You... you love me Zara." I directly said in her eyes. It wasn't a question. I just. Well, maybe I'm right. I want to make this clear.
I'm not blind. Not anymore.
She looked away again but this time, I pulled her by her waist and when she faced me in that WTH-are-you-doing look,
I KISSED HER.
Kiss her like I've been never kissed like any other girls before. Kiss her like I was holding my life on it.
I'm waiting for the slap that'll burn through my cheeks, but, I was wrong.
She cling in my neck and responded to my kisses. She's indeed the best liar. She said she doesn't love me... I don't believe her.
Too bad it was that obvious.
The kiss ended and she wasn't looking at me. "Zara, say you love me..." I lift her chin up.
"I don't love you,Cristoff." She directly said in my eyes.
What the hell?
"Eyes don't lie, Zara. You love me." I defended.
"But lips do lie. I DON'T LOVE YOU CRISTOFF..."
Those we're the last BBC words sh e said and left me...broken.
...
"All passengers are requested to put their seatbelts on..."
I open my eyes in reality.
Bakit ba? Okay naman ang dalawa ah. Di ako mahal ni Zara and I don't want to see their engagement a month after.
I'm letting her go. I'm doing this for my self. For my heart. I can't live broken forever.
I have to go.
10 YEARS AFTER...
Zara.
"Should I call my chopper now?"
He asked his girlfriend while both of them are standing at the center of the bus with his one hand on her waist and another for clutching to make his posture steady.
How can I tell? I'm also one of the standing passengers here. Tsk.
"Please don't. " I heard her say. More like pleading.
He just smiled to her.
I missed his smile.
His...everything. ------
Suddenly the bus stopped and someone has to drop here. And with a glance, I came sitting on someone's lap.
Shit.
As I look at him, I stood up directly.
He looked away.
It means he still...know me.
And yeah, I still know him. Even if he had a gorgeous girlfriend, he never fails to make my heartbeat go wild.
Reality hit me when someone cleared her throat.
"Padaan ako Miss..." I realized it was his sophisticated gorgeous girlfriend who just went passed through me.
"Sorry." I said watching him exchanging his seat for her.
I am 'sorry' for him. Tsk. Not for her.-- Di, bahala kayo.
I came looking at his girlfriend. Spoiled. Fashion is written in her body and a want in her eyes to him. She looks like a model but kindness is not present in her appearance. Sad face with a glowing beauty. And seems like the only child. Relaxed but not innocent.
This girl is... Wait.
Why am I reading her?! The heck I am.
I just turned my eyes in front.
Still my mind in process kung bakit sila andito, bakit nga ba? They're filthy rich!
Anyway, I don't really care. Sila na ang bagay---
I suddenly leaned my back in a hard board. IDK. And clutched anything for support. Anything I can hold when the brakes do its thing. It made us all moved here!
The hard board was his chest. I didn't know. Or expected this to happen.
"I'm sorry." sabi ko ng hindi sya nilingon. I don't want to see his face. I don't want to feel anything that's been contradicted for about 10 freaking years!
"It's okay." I didn't expected from him to give me that frigid answer either.
No, I'm sorry Cristoff. For everything.
I've been longing to say that. I just. I just can't. And it hurts me more when I kept on telling myself It's going to work. It's over.
You're damn late.
Since the last 10 years of your life.
...
"Zara, I know you'll be surprised to what I'll be saying..." He said holding my hand after taking me to a garden filled with flowers in Paris.
"Ha? Ano ba yun Izzy?" I'm nervous, honestly.
"I...I am planning to be your lifesaver..." What's happening? Why is he kneeling in front of me?!
I turned my gaze around us. Why are the people staring curiously at us? "I don't get you Izzy. You're my escort. You're my---"
"No. Zara... I want you to be my wife. For the future. The days left in my life- our lives, I want to spend it together."
I look at the people around us, smiling. No.
Don't say he's...
"Izzy, stand up. I'm sorry."
He stood up with that face.
"Now I don't get you." His eyes are confused.
"I can't be your wife Izzy..." He frowned. "I'm sorry. I don't know how did this happened to me, why do I have to feel this way! I...I've been loving Cristoff for all these days. I'm really sorry." I held his hand "I wasn't sure on how did I end up loving him but I wasn't myself when he left. Please don't tell him. I'm still confused..."
I shed tears. For hurting Izzy. For being a shit in acceptance of feelings for Cristoff.
"I'm sorry..." I touched his face for the last time before he walked away.
I saw him wiping his tears as he vanished in my eyes. I hurt him. Rejected the innocent person who never knew the girl he loved will cause him pain.
I slumped on the ground, crying in despair.
...
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Tissue, everyone?
Haha. Kidding.
But, there. The best part came out. Happy already? Read the next chapter cos the best is yet to come.
Who's your bet, beautiful? Will she chase him? Or there's something you didn't know in Zara's future life? That maybe Izzy was Zara's husband?
What? Just sayin' :D
Okay. Okay. Just scroll already. :>
XOXO,
Christine :*
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What Breaks My Heart (Slow Down Time 2)
Kısa HikayeA guy living his life following the girl he loves. A girl that didn't care about what her heart's been telling her all along. He's a stalker, She's innocent. She's the player of her own heart, He's the master of acceptance. They're both bringing a j...
