MARC’S POV (The Night of the Party)
I dragged Maria towards my car and drove away. I had a lot of questions lingering in my mind but I remained silent for now. I parked at my hotel and went to my suite. When I entered the code towards my suite, there was an awkward silence in the elevator but I could care less. When we arrived, the first thing I did was I went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of scotch. I took a shot and refilled another glass.
“Woah calm down” she said. I chuckled. Of course I’m going to calm down drinking, I need to be sober so that I can ask her my questions.
“Of course, I need to be sober for this Maria” the Maria I saw earlier, the playful Maria, now turned to an afraid Maria. She was fidgeting, she was nervous. There was a silence.
“So, why did you left Maria?”
“I-I…because I-I” she was stuttering
“Did you know how devastated I was when I knew you left? Did you know how high and low I was searching for you? For 3 years Maria, three fucking years! I searched for you, hoping I could find you! Why Maria?” she was silent, I can see tears forming in her eyes.
“Answer me!” I shouted. She slightly shaken up.
“I-I’m s-sorry Marc… I-I d-didn’t mean t-to hurt y-you…” she sobbed
“Well guess what? You did.” I spat.
“I-it w-was never my intention t-to h-hurt you… Please… I-I’m sorry… I-I m-miss y-you” She covered her mouth from crying uncontrollably. I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Leave Maria”
“P-please M-Marc…f-forgi—“
“Just leave Maria!” I snapped.
“Remember what we used to have Marc…I’m gonna fight for you…” then she left. I sighed.
What do I do?
JASMINE’S POV
When I woke up, I had a headache and I can feel my eyes getting tinier and feels so droopy. When I slowly sat on the bed, I looked at the clock and it read 1:48am, the rain was heavily pouring down. I sighed. I got out of the bed to go to the bathroom. When I stood up, I realized that I was wearing a white night gown
Mia…
I smiled. She always have been a great best friend. No one could ever replace her. She was quirky and funny. We’re quite the same but she’s more…livelier? She’s very energetic and can be handful sometimes but whenever you’re with her, it’s always a good time. When I entered the bathroom, the first thing I did was looked into the mirror.
My eyes were big and droopy, it was blood shot red, my cheeks and nose were red and puffy and my hair was all over like a bird’s nest. I sighed. I put my hair behind and washed my face with warm water. All the events came like crashing waves, Maria’s back-Marc’s expression when he saw Maria-He and her leaving to God knows where. The pain in my chest was unbearable and I felt myself crying again. The tears were uncontrollably falling down and there’s not a thing I could do but kept on splashing my face with water.
“Stop stop stop stop” I muttered to myself as I continuously splashed my face with water. I had enough and I put my hands on both side of the sink and let the tears and water run down. I looked back to the mirror and I just broke down again…
He still loves her… He still do…
I covered my mouth as I sobbed out, I was clutching my chest and I slowly sat down on the cold hard floor. I put my knees near to my chest and I let my head down as I cried. It was too painful, it was like what happened 2 years ago… I wiped my face and ran my fingers through my hair. I’ve finally decided…
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Chasing Him
Fiction générale"I can't do it anymore Mia... I just.... can't... it hurts too much..." My voice cracked. The painful heart break was like choking my neck and I tried to swallowed it but it was too hard... "F-for t-three enduring months M-Mia.... I tried.... I real...
