Scars and Skies Above (Sky Series 1)

Flight MG-008: Benefit of the Doubt

It's been a week since the incident in the club happened.

Mason didn't stop texting me. He was updating me everyday and asking me how my day went. He was acting like everything was okay.

Like nothing changed between us.

Like he didn't hurt me.

He's even sending flowers in my condo once in a while.

I ignored all of it, and didn't reply to any of his texts nor accept deliveries of the flowers and packages.

I focused on my weekly case reports and hospital duties to divert my attention from him. I didn't want to think about him because I didn't want to be reminded of my foolishness. I was naive.

The event I was handling has already been approved by the admin and the student council. They were ecstatic because of the sponsorship we received from the Thorns Hotel. And they were inviting Mason as one of the judges for the pageant that will take place before the after-party I was organizing.

The University Week will be held next month which means I am going to see him again.

I didn't know If I am ready for that. Or if I will ever be.

I wanted to avoid him as much as possible. I was afraid that I would give up all my defenses once I caught a glimpse of him again.

Like I said before, I was weak.

And the worst thing about it was I already fell on his trap.

I didn't tell my dad and my brothers about what I saw. They thought I just ended things with Mason because I listened to what they said. They weren't aware that the thing they most feared happened already.

I was hurt. But I knew this will pass. Because that's how life was supposed to be. You get up when you fall, then you continue living despite of it all.

I was good at masking my pain.

Weeks has passed and the U-Week is fast-approaching. I was too occupied by my responsibilities in student council, and my hectic hospital duties schedule.

Mason already stopped sending messages and flowers a couple of weeks ago.

I guess, he finally got the hint, huh?

Although I hadn't been replying to him, I was still waiting for his messages everyday. Because as much as I wanted to forget about him, there's still a small part in me who gets excited when I received his messages.

There was no explanation from him. The texts were just about his day, and asking about mine.

I cried that night when I noticed that he already stopped.

It's really a blessing to have my friends by my side because they have been there for me when I'm on the verge of breaking down.

It felt like Mason and I broke up even though we weren't really officially together.

And I couldn't really blame myself for falling for him.

Our time together was short-lived.

Today was the first day of our U-week. And while everyone is having fun, here I was, exhausted and drained from all the stresses this event has brought me. I was still busy preparing all the things we needed for the whole week. It sucks being a VP for Operations because I have to do a lot of errands.

The week went by so fast that I didn't realize that today was the day I was dreading to come.

"I don't wanna see him, Gia." I said , while looking at our reflection in the mirror of the restroom. The pageant was about to start and I knew Mason was already there. He was never late. And I also knew he didn't decline the invite from our university director because Astrid had been updating me.