Hey, Cupid (COMPLETED)

Chapter 22: First Times

Hey, Cupid:

I'll always hold on to the thought that love is patient. Because if it isn't, then what is?

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Third Person's POV

Feb was waiting for Vernon the next day, just how she would anticipate his visit every day. Just like before, when Vernon is not yet there, Feb would just stare blankly at her ceiling.

It was as if she was an empty canister, soulless inside.

It's nearing afternoon but she neither see Vernon's shadow nor did he contact her that he will not be coming. 'Maybe he just had some more important things to accomplish.'

If he really wouldn't come, this is going to be the first time that he won't ever since that day. And you know what, Feb felt guilty. Because when she had realized that day that Vernon wouldn't come, she couldn't feel anything except...

... utter relief. That doesn't she have to act tough. That she doesn't have to force a smile. And she feels sad at that thought. She never wanted to treat Vernon as a burden. That's why she's doing the best that she can. But right now, she's a mess. Her mind's a mess. Her emotions are so messy that she didn't even know how to sort them out and where would she even start doing it.

She...she's crying again. It's been a routine for her. She would eat, sleep, sometimes take a bath and maybe cry in between.

She feels...trashy. Her life's been a trash can ever since that day.

She then wiped her tears when she heard someone knocked. 'I thought Nonie wouldn't be coming today?'

"If you're not Nonie then you can leave now. I don't want to talk to anyone right now. Please leave me alone."

"Feb? It's me, Al. Vernon isn't here and I think he wouldn't be coming here for a long time."

The girl was perplexed after hearing the last sentence.

"If that's your tactic to make me come out, it's not working. I know Nonie wouldn't leave without saying good bye to me. Nice try."

"I wish I was just fooling around, Feb. But I am truly not. He says he already bid good bye to you last night. He even gave me this letter and he said I should hand this to you. I know you...wouldn't want to see me, Feb. So, I'm just going to slide the letter on the space between the door and the floor."

And Alchemy really did slide a piece of neatly folder paper. Feb slowly walked towards her door as she felt her world shattering once the truth had sunk in to her-Vernon had left her.

She picked up the paper. As soon as she opened it, her tears have fallen down causing it to be wet, ruining Vernon's handwriting due to the spreading of ink.

To the girl who loves frog stuffed toys,

Hello Feb! While you were reading this, maybe I'm already boarding the plane going to the country where I'll pursue my dream as a film director. I'm not gonna tell you where :p because I know there's a huge possibility that you would follow me here. And don't even try to think of asking Al, I also didn't tell him where. The Ayalas, they don't really give a damn so I didn't tell them where I'll be going.

Feb, I'm leaving you not because I want to but because you need it. Whether you would admit it or not, you need time to heal, Feb. And you wouldn't be able to do that without admitting that you're broken. It's hard for you to admit your brokenness whenever I'm around, right? Because you always have to hide your emotions. So, I'm letting you go now, Feb.