Mia, a struggling waitress and Tristian, a high-spirited play boy. Mia tries to run away from him but Tristian is not the one to give up easily.
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Mia's best friend, Troy ripped a piece of her heart out when she realized that he loves another...
If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or objects. - Albert Einstein.
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Crying wasn't allowed in this modern age when women were empowered to rule the world, when we were supposed to be made of steel and iron, stronger than the men who would hold us down if we showed a moment of vulnerability. In today's society, a crying woman was just pathetic. I was weak. My tears were pitiful.
But could I stop them from springing up? No. Even as I willed myself to stay strong, the tears came. It's not because I'm weak but I'm hurt. Very badly.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look over my shoulder to find Laura. I was still kneeling on the floor with tears leaking out of my eyes. She pulls me to my feet and hug me. I cry, leaning against her.
Tristian!
He's an angel who walked into my life. No...he's the one who gave me a life. Jesus! Just don't take him away from me. Please!
Wiping my tears, I turn towards Troy who had the audicity to meet my eyes.
"Mia-" he start out, but I cuts him off.
My voice is deadly calm. "How dare you to do this to me?" I slowly turns my whole towards his. My shoulders are sagging, it probably looks like I'm aged a hundred years.
"I'm sorry," he blurt out. "I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't have a choice, and you have to believe me, it killed me to do that."
I stop for a moment. "You're sorry?" I whispers with barely controlled rage.
"Yes," he say emphatically.
"What exactly are you sorry for, Troy?" I ask sarcastically. "For ruining a wonderful day for the man who did nothing to deserve the shit storm you just piled on him? Or are you sorry because you're a damn bastard who decided to do role play as your own brother?"
"I didn't want you both hurt. You both are not meant to be together." he grits out.
"Bullshit," I snarl as I steps away from him.
My knees nearly buckle as tears fill my eyes again and my chin starts to tremble. "You're a coward, jerk who didn't care about anyone," I say as teardrops fall, leaving silvery trails down my cheeks. Taking a deep breath, I blinks my eyes and rubs the back of my hand over my cheeks to dry them.
"You don't love him. You're just attracted to him because we have the same fa-" I slap him hard to cut him off. I don't know how I did but I did it. I hear gasps but I didn't care anymore.
More tears spill, sticking in my lashes and cascading down my cheeks. A laugh escapes from him. "Oh really? You decided everything for me. Then listen, I was attracted to you but what I feel for Tristian is no way because of you or due to the attraction I had towards you. I love him. You hear me? I love him." Troy stands there in utter silence.
