Chapter XI Where Loyalty Lies

The moment of a confession, a bliss of happiness resides in the heart of the one confessing, mixed with doubt, whether to push through or not. It takes a little shove and poof the unveiling of a secret so deep has surfaced to the ground.

A minute of joy is instantly replaced by hollowness. Consumed in unrest brought about by a regret. If Vance saw me as a challenge, then I'm done for.

Take the risk or lose the chance. It is one of the articles I read in the morning that enters my brain the whole day. For my case? I think its both. I took the risk and lost the chance of being with him longer.

Who decided that I can't see him?

Stubborn as I was, I traversed the distance just to see him. I told myself I'd be satisfied just to see him. Of course, I won't let him see him. I might look like a pitiful damsel once he did see me in that position. Travelling towns after towns to feel his presence.

Do you even remember?

That there's one person whom you told to wait.

That here is a woman so stupid, to not realize that no response is a valid answer of rejection. Or that you telling me to wait is a gentlemen way of politely refusing my love. The latter option is cruel? Telling someone to wait is in no way lightens the load. Why not blatantly speak the truth that you don't see any future with me, instead of carving a lie, threading hope after hope to be broken at the end.

"Fancy meeting you here", amidst the loud noise of restaurant, yours silent out the entire sound running in the background.

Panic stricken, I can't seem to blurt something out.

I am more so silenced out, as I have seen Eleanor stepping her way towards us.