HATID (The Juans Series #1)

PROLOGUE

DISCLAIMER: This story is only a work of fiction. The names, characters, events, and organizations are fictitious unless otherwise stated. Any resemblance to living or dead persons or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book should be copied by anyone or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

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THE JUANS SERIES:
#1 HATID
#2 [SOON]
#3 [SOON]
#4 [SOON]
#5 [SOON]
#6 [SOON]

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"It's been five years yet I see no changes in you," he suddenly said with a fake grin.

I see it—those pair of deep cerulean eyes that once kept me on his world. Those thick brows. His thin lips that remind me of his soft kisses and gentle caress.

How could I ever forget? It's him. The man who once captivated my heart for a servitude of love.

"Seems like you still have that poor eyesight of yours from college up until now," I faked a cough. "Or maybe you just chose to ignore my stupendous progress," I snorted.

I stepped for about half a meter near him trying to display the physique I've been developing for years. I was oozing with pride. But in just a sudden glimpse of his sultry lips, my walls have been wrecked to pieces.

He giggled, interrupting my fantasy. And as if on cue, his deep voice sent chills through my whole system.

The place was fully air-conditioned,  but I can feel the heat building inside me.

His voice, it's still undeniably downright seductive. It reminded me of the cold nights we spent together in the past and I feel like yearning for it once more. Shit!

He took a sip from his glass. "I see it. But it's your personality that hasn't change. You're still crude as fuck," he chortled.

"Says the man who doesn't know how to fuck," I teased, a corner of my lips slightly raised forming a mischievous smile.

There's a part of me who can't lie on how much I miss him. He was once my obsession but never been in my own possession. There were unexpected ways on how we met and bumped into one another, and the same goes for how we parted ways.

"It's getting too cold in here. Do you mind?" He said pointing his thumb towards the exit.

"Cold? Outside? D-do what?" I said stammering. Why am I being so uneasy?

He giggled. "What are you thinking? We'll just go outdoors and catch some fresh air," he paused. "Might as well talk about life—and end things right," there was a sudden turn of emotion as he talks. There was a crack on his voice which reflected a tinge of affliction.

His last three words baffled me. My lack of discernment to comprehend led me to a chaotic state of mind. But then I realized, that it was I who put our love on hiatus. And I can't hide the fact that I am still dwelling in the future we both imagined.

I still love him, and I know he feels the same way. But… why end this love when we can start it again from now?

"Shall we?" He asked.

I agreed. He went first as I follow towards the exit. Halfway there, I was ridiculed of the thought that I am currently walking the same path with someone I once told to find his own.

We sat on the sidewalk a few blocks away from the party venue. Never in my wildest thoughts that I'd be sharing moonlight with him—in an unexpected place, and time of the evening.

"So, how's life?", he initiated breaking the awkward silence building between us.

I heaved a deep breath. "After college, I passed my master's and doctorate degree. And now I am running my own Real Estate Corporation."

"You're bragging," he nonchalantly said full of sarcasm while making a weird face.

My brows knitted. "You asked!" I groaned and looked away.

I felt his hand on my chin, gently turning my head to face him. "Just kidding," he whispered amused. "I have no doubts. I can still remember how determined you were in fulfilling your dreams. I'm happy for you."

Just like those hugs he used to offer me in the past, I somehow felt the warmth of his words. It flattered me.

"H-how about you?" I asked stuttering, breaking free from the beguilement brought by his eyes and quivering lips.

He heaved a deep sigh. "Just the same old me. The same med-student you have met five years ago, and you left with no goodbyes," he replied bitterly. "Nothing actually changed..." His voice cracked as he continued.

"E-even my feelings for you."

With just his simple but meaningful glimpse, I was drowned deep into our past. I was fully devoured. My heart felt like being crumpled for his crystalized tears brought me excruciating pain.

"T-that was—I'm s-sorry. Maybe that wasn't the right time for us, Sky."

I went, mum. My courage to spoke has been wrecked because of his nonchalant remarks. It all went out unexpectedly like a gatling gun of frustrations.

"But it's okay," he smiled and looked straight into my eye intently. "I understand. Maybe you were right, it wasn't the right time for us."

I'm sorry, Sky.

I should have been braver. I lost him because of my cowardice and all I can do now is regret.

But I want him back. I want him for the rest of my life.

"But w-what if tonight is the right time? Do we still have a chance?" I asked looking for a speck of hope for 'us'.

He smiled. But his cheeks keep on drowning in fat and relentless tears. "Yes—" he answered.

"—If only we should've found each other again sooner, yes." he swallowed on his throat and continue his phrases.

"Sorry, Yumi, I'm getting married."

  

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