Perfect Mistake, (Published under Pop Fiction)

Prologue

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Note: Hi! This story was the original version that I wrote around 2012-2013. Fair warning that the story was not edited since then and may contain plot holes and scenes that are possibly not applicable in the present year. I have planned to revise this whole story but was not able to do so due to the fact that despite the lack of knowledge back then, I have to admit that it was fun and carefree writing Perfect Mistake . I hope I would be able to share the sweet memory of Wattpad's era more than 10 years ago. 

Have fun reading! 

PERFECT MISTAKE 

PROLOGUE

People are never meant to be perfect.

We get hurt, we do wrong, and we make mistakes.

I used to wish that I own a time machine. So I could avoid getting hurt. So I could do no wrong. So I could never make any mistakes.

"Anak? Anong sinasabi mo?"

"Anak ko siya, Sophia."

Napatulala ako. Umpisa pa lang naman may duda na ako. Pero ngayong nakumpira na ang hinala ko, mas masakit pala siya sa inaasahan ko.

"Anak ko siya," mahinang ulit niya. As if hearing it once wasn't painful enough.

"Stop." I said.

"Please let me explain..." his voice trailed off. Tinangka niya akong hawakan pero agad kong binawi ang braso ko.

"No."

"Please," he pleaded.

Nilingon ko siya. Kasabay non ang pagbagsak ng luhang kanina pa nagbabadyang kumawala mula sa mga mata ko. I saw his pained expression when he saw my face. Ngayon hindi ko na alam kung nasasaktan ba siya dahil sa sitwasyon namin o dahil naaawa na lang siya sa akin.

He never really wanted me in the first place. Napilitan lang kaming parehas sa sitwasyon na hindi naman namin sinasadyang pasukin. Napilitan lang naman siya sa akin.

"It was never my plan to keep this from you..."

Liar.

Pinilit kong pigilan ang iyak ko at tatagan ang loob ko. I spoke with a firm tone, "But you did. You did keep this from me. I gave you plenty of chances to tell me what's going on kasi gulong-gulo na ako!"

"I was about to tell you –"

I cut him off, "Save it. I don't need it anymore."

"Sophia, please listen to me first." Hinigit niya ang braso ko. Padabog ko itong binawi pero hindi pa rin ako kumikibo. Nauubusan na ako ng lakas pero pinipilit kong tatagan ang loob ko.

I don't want him to see my break down. I don't want him knowing how much the truth have wrecked me. Ayokong makita niya kung gaano ko siya kamahal dahil baka maging daan lang yon para makita niyang kaya niya akong kuhanin ulit.

We stayed like that for a moment. Both of us are standing not too far from each other. Tahimik ang buong kwarto at ang tanging maririnig lang ay ang mahihina kong hikbi.

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying pero kahit anong pigil ko ay tumatakas pa rin ang mga luha ko.

I choked back on my tears and with shaky voice, I uttered. "I'm leaving."

Agad siyang napatingin sa akin. His eyes wide with shock. "What?"

"I'm leaving," my voice cracked. "I'm taking my child with me."

"No, you're not." He immediately objected. Narinig ko rin ang paggaralgal ng boses niya. His eyes were red, pleading. "You're not leaving. Both of you."

"I want to."

"I don't." Bumagsak na ang luha niya.

Agad akong nag iwas ng tingin. Mas lalong sumasakit ang dibdib ko sa tuwing tinitignan ko siya. Hindi ko na alam ang dapat kong maramdaman.

Does loving him enough to stay even though it's painful?

"Please don't leave, baby." He pleaded and was about to take a step towards me.

I took a step back. "I did everything that you wanted, now let me do what I want."

"I love you, Sophia." He cried.

"I wish I could say the same thing but I can't." I let out a sob. "I can't do this right now, so please...please let me leave."

"No," umiling siya. Tears are already streaming down his face.

"If you really mean what you said," I whispered loud enough for him to hear, "...please let me go."

"I love you," he repeated.

I cried harder than I ever did. Nakita ko rin kung paano siya umiyak. He covered his face with his own hands. Frustrated.

I took it as a response and took the time that he was covering his face to walk away slowly.

Because I don't want to make another mistake by letting him watch me leave.