Part 15: Unspoken Wounds, Unbreakable Love

INTRO

A new day begins,

bringing new hope.

Will yesterday's wounds remain open,

or will they begin to heal?

The storm is nearing its end,

but will it fade away completely,

or will another wave come crashing in?

"WASTED"

Angelo wakes up,

finding himself in his room.

He has no memory of how he got there,

but he doesn't have time to think about it.

Regret floods his mind.

Everything was wrong from the start—

the punch,

the tears,

the drunkenness.

He recalls the moment Kate let go of his hand,

slowly disappearing from his sight.

His heart clenches.

In his mind, that scene felt like a breakup.

Like Kate had chosen someone else.

Checking the time—7 AM.

It's Saturday.

He gets up, feeling the effects of last night's drinking.

With a slight headache, he heads downstairs,

thirsty for water and craving something warm to eat.

"THE BREAKFAST"

As he enters the dining area,

he spots his family eating breakfast.

"Perfect timing,"

his mother says, gesturing for him to sit.

His father watches him closely.

"You're still in school," he reminds Angelo.

"Don't get too wasted." Angelo just nods.

Nicole, his sister, stares at him like he's some kind of strange creature.

Then, as if uninterested, she continues eating.

The maid serves him a bowl of hot meat soup.

He takes a sip.

"Ahh," he exhales.

The warmth soothes his body—

he really was feeling that hangover.

And then,

his gaze lands on someone unexpected.

A girl.

A girl he thought he wouldn't see today.

Sitting beside Nicole.

Kate.

"AVOIDANCE"

"You're done with your bath, dear? Come, have a seat,"

his mother says, offering Kate a spot.

Kate had showered in the guest room,

not in Angelo's,

to avoid waking him and let him rest longer.

She takes her seat and looks at him.

But he doesn't look back.

Instead, he focuses on his food,

eating faster than usual.

She notices it instantly—

he's avoiding her gaze.

"I'm done.

I'm gonna go rest a little more.

Still have a hangover,"

he says, standing up.

Then, without sparing her another glance,

he walks away.

"WHAT'S WITH HIM?"

His family watches him leave.

"What's with him?"

Nicole asks Kate.

Kate only shrugs.

She doesn't have an answer either.

The family continues eating.

"WHAT'S WITH YOU?"

Kate stands in front of Angelo's room.

She exhales deeply.

Then, she opens the door.

Inside,

he's buried under the blanket, completely covered.

She approaches him.

"Are you embarrassed?

What's with you?

Hey… Angelo…"

She lightly taps him.

No response.

She tries again,

but he remains hidden, refusing to speak.

"Are you mad at me?

Do you want me to go home?"

Still nothing.

She sighs,

gets up,

and turns toward the door.

"Okay, if that's what you want,

I'll go home."

"HIDING"

Under the blanket,

Angelo listens.

He hears her voice,feels her presence.

But he stays silent.

He's afraid.

Afraid of facing her.

Afraid she might be mad.

Afraid of what she might say.

Then,

he hears movement.

She's leaving.

No. No. No.

I don't want you to leave me again…

Without thinking,

he throws off the blanket,

grabs her wrist,

and holds on tight.

"Stay," he pleads.

It sounds almost like a beg.

Kate looks down at him—

and smiles.

"HUG"

She sits back down on the bed,

pulling him into a warm embrace.

"Sorry.

Whatever I did wrong,

I'm sorry."

As the older one in the relationship,

she takes the lead in apologizing first.

"No, no…

I'm sorry.

I really am…

I'm sorry,"

he whispers, tightening his hold on her.

They exchange nothing but apologies.

It's the only word escaping their lips.

But their bodies say more—

their warmth, their touch,

the way they hold each other.

The hug lingers,

soaking in the silent comfort.

"HIS SIDE"

With his nerves settling,

Angelo finally speaks.

"I saw Jonathan…

bending over you,

kissing you."

Kate pauses,

replaying the moment in her head.

Then she remembers.

"Oh, silly," she chuckles.

"That wasn't a kiss.

Something got in my eye,

and he was just blowing it out."

She laughs softly.

"For God's sake,

I'm in a relationship with a possessive boyfriend."

She teases him, touching his cheek.

Angelo sighs.

"I was jealous, okay?

From my perspective,

it looked like a kiss.

But that's not the only thing that upset me."

Kate tilts her head.

"Oh? There's more?"

"Yesterday was Valentine's," he says quietly.

"I picked flowers carefully…

ones with a deep meaning.

I was really looking forward to giving them to you."

Flowers?

Kate thinks back.Did she even see them?

"But you just tossed them.

Without even looking at them."

Her heart sinks.

Right…

She did throw something.

Looking at him now,

his eyes filled with unshed tears,

guilt washes over her.

I made my man cry…

Then, his voice cracks.

"You broke up with me yesterday…"

Kate blinks.

Wait… what?

"When did I break up with you?"

"You told me to cool off.

I begged you to stay.

But you chose him over me.

You didn't even look at my flowers.

Like your love for me had completely vanished."

A single tear finally escapes his eyes.

"THIS IS A KISS"

"First of all," Kate says,

"you misunderstood everything.

I stayed with Jonathan

because you kept punching him.

He needed help.

Second,

I never broke up with you.

Third,

I'm sorry for the flowers.

And lastly,

that kiss never happened.

In fact,

I told Jonathan he never had a chance with me.

I told him I already have a boyfriend—

one I love forever."

She wipes his tear away.

"What you saw yesterday…

wasn't a kiss."

She leans in.

Then, she presses a kiss to his lips.

A peck.

Then mouths open.

A minute.

Then minutes.

A deep, passionate French kiss.

For five whole minutes,

she shows him exactly what a kiss is.

"LET'S GO FOR A DATE"

Kate pulled away, breathless, her lips tingling from the intensity of their kiss.

She was about to stand, ready to suggest a date outside, when Angelo's grip

tightened around her wrist.

His eyes, dark and filled with longing, locked onto hers.

"This is a date," he murmured, his voice husky.

Kate blinked, confused for a second, until she saw the raw hunger in his

expression. It wasn't enough. The kiss wasn't enough.

"My love, may I?" Angelo asked, his voice both gentle and desperate.

Kate smiled knowingly. Her possessive, jealous, and undeniably passionate

boyfriend—was starving.

She straddled him, her fingers threading through his hair. "My boyfriend is a

hungry wolf, huh?" she teased.

Angelo didn't answer with words. Instead, he captured her lips again, his

kisses deeper, hungrier. His hands traced her back, pressing her closer, as if

he was afraid to let go.

One by one, layers of clothing fell to the floor.

She shivered—not from the cold, but from the way his touch burned into her

skin.

He flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him. His lips trailed down,

leaving soft, possessive kisses along her neck, her shoulders… lower.

Soft gasps and whispers filled the room.

The sun was still high, the morning air still fresh, yet inside Angelo's room, the

heat only intensified.

And for the first time in days, neither of them thought about yesterday—only

about each other, and the love they shared in this moment.

OUTRO:

In love,

there are moments of doubt,

of fear,

of miscommunication.

But in the end,

love prevails.

Because love,

above all,

is the greatest power of all.