Uncertain Chance (PRIM #1)

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Chapter 01.
#UC01

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Same old routine. Waking up to dress up. I got my white tank top from my walk in closet, paired it with a black cargo shorts and finished it with black ankle boots. The outfit wasn't Zari Prim if I wouldn't wear a denim jacket, but that had changed since last year. This was my usual now. Flaunting some skin.

I was holding my phone on the left hand and occupied the spare hand with a bottled lemon water from the fridge before heading inside the SUV. I had myself seated in a comfortable manner and rolled up the window because we were about to leave Manila and I didn't want any smoke coming inside and be inhaled by us, we'd have poor lungs.

I read some news to make myself aware of what's happening around the world. "One of the famous models in the Philippines, Zari Prim, was ditched on her own wedding by her ex fiancé, Ash-," I said in an irritated tone. I heard the person beside me laughed.

I closed the news website on my phone. Seriously, this news didn't stop circulating online for the past few months. Workers from the Philippine media really can't move on. Wala na ba silang mapasukan na ibang buhay bukod sa'kin? One more, I can't find the need of my ditched-wedding-life to be so irrelevant to the world. Ano bang naitulong nang ibinalita sa buong mundo ang kasal ko? Gosh, that was so frustrating!

I watched how the trees were getting blurry by the speed of our vehicle. It's really nice to see such because in Manila, the place barely had nature for me to feed my eyes.

Kilometers traveled and we're getting nearer to La Union. Something came into my mind. October last year. Ever since that date up to now, wala akong narinig mula sa kanya. Halos anim na buwan na ang nakakalipas pero hindi ko pa rin maintindihan kung bakit niya ginawa iyon. He could've said na hindi siya darating para sana nainform man lang ako. Tapos na pero ramdam na ramdam mo pa rin 'yung sakit.

First love, first heartbreak.

We've been together for 7 years and I trust him so much. But with this matter? I don't know... Kasi pinagkatiwalaan mo 'yung tao tapos ganito ang makukuha mo.

Ilang months din akong wala sa sarili dahil sa mga nangyari. Puro ako ang laman ng mga balita. Nakakasawa. It was haunting me. Na kahit anong isolation ang gawin ko, naiisip at naiisip ko pa rin.

I almost lost my job because of him. Buti na lang may kontrata akong pinirmahan at ang kasunduan doon ay dalawang taon ako sa agency. Nakakalahati ko pa lang ang kontrata.

"Hoy tulala ka," sabi ng personal assistant ko. Katabi ko siya ngayon sa backseat, at kung tatanungin ako kung gusto ko ba siyang katabi? Hindi.

I rolled my eyes. "No one dared to call me hoy."

Tumawa lang siya. Whatever.

I was back to reminiscing when he stopped annoying the hell out of me.

Kahit sobrang busy ko sa mga photoshoots gusto ko hands on ako sa kasal pero nabalewala lahat. Just imagine your blood, sweat and tears turned into nothing.

He left a huge part on me. Hindi ko alam saan ako magsisimula. Eh wala akong panghuhugutan ng lakas kasi ni dahilan hindi ko alam.

I felt the cold air hugged my exposed skin with the way I dress. The person beside me suddenly gave me a fleece blanket and neck pillow, which I considered a sign to sleep. I let myself drift to sleep instead of tiring my eyes seeing every places we'd pass through. La Union is roughly five to seven hours from Manila so I decided to have decent hours of rest.

The sun was setting when we arrived at the destination. Its orange hues were noticeably beaming right above my skin. The sound of waves was nostalgic to my ear. It's the same the last time I went here, not knowing it will turn my adoration of this place into hatred.

My feelings were battling between being glad or sad. First ever video shoot during my entire career, who wouldn't be excited?

"Tomorrow is your shoot so be ready, we'll finish the entire video the whole day. Just rest for tonight," my manager reminded. Tumango lang ako.

I took off my sandals and the fine white sand kissed my bare feet while the fresh air hugged my glowy skin. I tilted my head down and my red nails were still visible beneath the sand, as well as my square-shaped nails on the hand that their color was enhanced by the sun rays' reflection.

My feet made their way to the sea shore. I sat there, not minding the sand sticking on my legs.

Kinuha ko ang phone ko at nagtingin-tingin ng mga litrato namin hanggang sa napahinto ako sa picture na nagpropose siya sa'kin. His genuine smile. His eyes. I just... miss him. So bad.

"You could have said you won't come," parang tanga kong sabi kahit wala naman akong kausap.

I scrolled through recently deleted photos until I saw our first picture together. We didn't even know we were in the same place.

One day left for me to delete or recover it. I stared at the screen for a while. No, I can't. I was about to press recover.

"'Yan na ex mo?" I stumbled upon hearing my PA's voice. I looked back on my screen. The photo was deleted. For good.