After countless sleepless nights, I surprisingly caught some solid z's on the flight.

In my dreams. Antonio's face kept showing up, like he was just waiting for me there.

Back when we were just seven, we used to play games together.

He'd tell me he was the groom, and I was the prettiest bride.

When we turned eighteen, we made that game real.

He vowed to hustle hard and give me a grand wedding.

But when did things start to fall apart between us?

Did it start after Stella showed up, or was it before that?

I couldn't even remember it anymore.

Antonio had been the center of my world for as long as I could remember.

No matter how much I tried to stay cool and get over him, it felt like my insides were being torn apart.

Once I landed, I didn't even have the guts to turn on my phone.

"Grace!"

My mom was waving at me, standing out in a sea of foreigners.

It had been ages since we last saw each other.

She wasn't the same woman I remembered, sitting on the couch, crying, waiting for my dad to come home.

She was older, but she exuded more charm than before.

"You've grown so much," she said, her voice filled with wonder.

My mom kept touching my face, saying sorry over and over again.

I just let go and hugged her tight.

I said, "Mom, I'm not holding it against you.

"You said I should love myself first before seeking love from others."

mom and I both made the

Antonio's been calling non-stop," my mom

my tears,

matter what you choose, I'm with you all the way," she said, supporting

up with calls and messages from

even catch up on the latest,

his voice laden with stress, like he was

world on his

never heard Antonio this worked up

was puzzled. With Stella back in the picture, why was he still

about me. the substitute?

explain, "Grace, have you read my

with Stella. I promise you. She's just

to me.

must be heartbroken.

tears

pages. I've been

it

my intention

you."

kind

but

I get that you think

stay with me,

away. It's to set us both free, to let you be with

happy

"Why the tears?"

diary, Stella was his

his darkest days.

most brilliant, the

wiped that period from his memory that I put in the work to get him

in the glory days, I was the one emptying

one groveling to business associates, doing whatever

was senseless, so

that

the

had Stella's name tattooed on his chest, lying to me that it was a reminder of the hard times, a

he truly yearned to keep alive was

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