What's Being Meant To Be? ♥

Tuesday, October 26, 2010 2:40 AM

HURRAY! Here it goes... the much awaited Season ender. :)

People ask my why do I have to cut it and divide it to two seasons... well, of course, it has a reason behind. I have to focus on my studies, because apparently, I last ranked 18th in our room. And still, I can't find a way to love Chemistry. Somebody, please teach me to open my heart for Chem. :|

I just think I need a pause from writing, :) cheessssyyyyy! But I guess for now, I have to really look on one thing, one goal... sort of. :P STUDY! Something I have to put my focus on. Okay, too much of that drama about my studies.

Besides, I'm making a fan fiction of You're Beautiful. Maybe I need to finish that first (because it's a million times easier to write than this, seriously). But don't worry, maybe by December or Christmas vacation, I'll be posting the Season2. :)

Here it goes...

WHAT'S BEING MEANT TO BE?

Season Ender

Shey

"Ironically, I left him for good and he never left my heart at all. I guess this is love."

------------CHENEA'S POV

"Yohan, I can't love you less if I'll be seeing you every second. It could kill me, it could really tear my heart apart. I'm sorry I can't tell you in person. I'm sorry I've lost my courage again. How will you be? I hope you will always be fine. Six months, thank you for waiting...

Trying to find herself, Chenea..."

I remembered my letter to Yohan... Will he be there when I come back? Today is the exact day we promised to see each other. To be exact, I'll be going to our little tragic place at the exact time we met six months ago. But I bet he won't. I don't want to expect anymore. It's been months, and things can actually change in a split of seconds.

I said I just needed time, so when I come back, everything will fall back to their places. Normal life would go on. Normal as if I never met Yohan. Normal as I work in my office and staying up late till morning comes and still I'm stuck in the office. Normal, that's how it used to be until Yohan came to my life.

I thought I just needed time, and if I come back, I'm ready to step closer to him again. But I was wrong. I said my heart would be torn if I'll see him every second. But the truth is, my heart was shattered every morning I wake up knowing I still can't see him. My heart's pounded each night I had to lay my head on my bed realizing I haven't seen him all day. That pain when you spend the day working and one thought keeps on spinning in your head: you can only see him in your mind. What hurts a lot is when each day seemed like a year and longer.

Those press conferences with a jam-packed hall before m eyes makes me wish to disappear most of the time... I found no courage, nevertheless, I'd be thinking that in six months, I'll be seeing him again. Those tragic-ending days when I have to work till midnight, exhausted and still found no one to comfort me... were all memorable just because I wish Yohan was with me. But he only stayed in my heart not beside me.

How do you pick up those pieces when there's still something missing? And the only thing that's missing is the one who broke it. No matter how I've tried to take him out of my system, he's still the blood that flows inside of me, he's every beat of my heart and it's not possible to live without him.

Because if it's possible, I wouldn't have to come back in this same spot.

I dig the sand a little... and then deeper. Why can't I seem to find it? I'm searching for the letters we buried... and it's exactly here in this same spot. I gave up and stood up. I looked straight at the black sky with the crescent moon. And a flash of camera made me blink twice in a second.

"You might be looking for this." He showed me an eye glass container which belongs to me where I've put our letters back then. He was holding a camera in his other hand. He was quite old, but not too old.

"Where did you get that?" I ask him in a high toned voice.

"I'm sorry, I cannot help but read it. I read both of your letters, and I swear, you will need tons of tissues." He quite smirked.

I took it as he handed it to me. "By the way, how did you know this place?"

"This is one of the most essential place for me too like for the both of you. Pardon me if you consider this as your own." He took some pictures of the dark sky with the moon.

I tapped the eye glass case on my palm over and over... thinking to read or to not to read.

"Why don't you read it?" He asked me.

"Why should I read it?"

"Because it's written for you, with love." He raised his left eye brow. "I did not know anyone like him who can write those things for a girl like you."

"Should I really read it?"

"I don't really know. But you know where did I get that? There." He pointed out somewhere far. "If you're wondering why it's there and not where you buried it, it's because it rained so hard one afternoon. I was stuck in my car who's engine's broken nearby. I saw a guy who's like running for his life." I suddenly paid attention to him. "He was all wet digging everywhere in this sand, he ran there, he ran here, he ran everywhere holding that little case... finding the safest place to bury it where it won't get wet or damaged." I was stared with blurry eyes. "Do you think you should read it after all?"

I am speechless.

"Anyway, I should go now. I've just left my camera bag here earlier. I came back to get it. I'll see you around, I hope." He said and walked by me. "Anyway, I was talking about this guy." He showed me a photo he captured in his camera, it wasn't big enough for me to see, but close enough for me to figure out it was Yohan.

"Wait!" I called out to him when he's about ten meters away. "Are you wondering why I came this late? Did he ask you why? Did he mention anything about me?"

"No, but he asked me how do I move on from a broken heart. I guess he's in love!" He shouted from afar.

"Well if you happen to see him, tell him I came late because this is the exact time we buried our letters! This minute is the exact sixth month!" I shouted as he's farther now.

And then he wasn't visible anymore.

Slowly, I took the letter, it was only written with 'chenea'... So he came. He was able to read my letter for him. He came, and I hope he did read my letter.

"Chenea,

I had to think a hundred times before I can even write a word. I don't get it why we suddenly have to write a letter for each other when we could just say it since we're together tonight and for the whole day. But look at me, saying yes with anything and everything you'd ask me to do. Because the way you wanted things to be, that's how my heart would want us to be. It may seem a little odd, but if not for something else, I wouldn't spend my whole day with you, I wouldn't have to call you each night, I wouldn't have to write this one for you. But here I am, with a pen and paper and maybe I could take this chance to say what I couldn't say in a long, long time.

The first time I saw you was different from the first time I met you.

You were so weird but nice for me. Every morning, I'd see you waiting for a cab in front of your condo. I'd be standing on the other end waiting till you get one. At night, I'd be seeing you dropped by a car, not by a cab. What makes me more curious is when you had to go home five in the morning and go after an hour. Call me crazy, but I'm not a stalker watching your actions those times. The 3AM I met you was marked, it meant so much to me. It only made me more interested to getting to know you. You are play a big part in my life in a sudden, in just a single smile of yours.

You are more than special. You're extra more and most special because you gave me butterflies every time you sit beside me in my car, though those first times did not feel comfortable, I always wanted to stay by your side.

I believed in you more than how you seemed to believe in yourself. With that, you made me believe in myself. But without you, I never did even at once. That's why maybe one time without you there, I'd be missing out basketball. Maybe I'd pause or stop when you're not there anymore. Because how I handle a game is always by your presence. You are just so special.

I wanted to be there for you whenever you needed someone to lean onto. But sometimes, I lose my courage when I think about how you love your work that I can just interrupt you. That sometimes, I wish I can be a paper and a pencil, so you'll use me to design and work. But in reality, I am always standing right in front of you, but you always just see right through me.

I did not think of it much... but not until pain started pounding my chest.

I did not pay attention to what I feel, I don't want to misinterpret my own actions toward you. I wasn't this idiot-looking guy before I met you. I was that basketball superstar soaring high, but when you came into my life... it's like you became my star and soared with me. That I believed I was never alone anymore when you stood by my side as I stood by yours. You are really special for me, so much beyond explanations.

To make things clear, you are not mine. But I can't just seem to endure the pain with the thought of losing you. I promise, I will try to be the one for you. I can sing and play piano for you one time. Someday, I can ice-skate with you. Everyday, I can visit Cuidar Charity and take care of the children. Or even treat Clara extra special. I can battle all my fears just for you.

If it wasn't love, then what is it? If it wasn't love... I wouldn't write a single word here.

I'm sorry if I can't be perfect, but I hope you can see I'm trying. There is nothing in this world that can ever keep me away from you but yourself. Those times when I've tried to walk out from you, it hurt me more than you did. And if there were words I shouldn't have said that might have hurt you, I am sorry. But I tell you, before I can even say those words, I have to swallow hard and hold my tears back for they hurt me too.

I'm wishing you good health and healthy mind... I know you're always busy with your work. But I hope you'll find time for yourself, I'll be glad if you'll be selfish even just for a day. Know what sucks? It's when I see you're too perfect, and I don't know what I can give you anymore. That every time I see you smile, I don't think there's anything you needed in your life. That whenever you're with me, I hope you'll stay. Because Chenea, in this world, you are the only one who can make me smile and frown at the same time, in this world, you are only one. For me, you are the only one.

You're my reason for living, for breathing, for existing, and for every beat of my heart, you are the only reason. I'm the luckiest man alive, and thank you, for being the reason why I stand here strong.

No matter how long, I'll wait. That day would come when we'd walk together as one. I will wait.

Hooked by your beauty,

Yohan

P.S. If it's too long, remember... If it wasn't love, I wouldn't write a single word."

Suddenly, I can hardly breathe. I'm already crying like a baby alone in the dark. But not too long after reading Yohan's letter, even before I can come to my senses. I remembered what the man had said a while ago... 'I came back just to get my bag'... so he was here earlier. And probably... He saw Yohan? Could it be possible? So Yohan's just anywhere or somewhere I can see him? But where?

I rushed to the road, waiting for a cab. I saw Simon running after me, but not enough because I already got in a taxi.

I scanned his letter once again... I called Carla of Cuidar Charity. She said Yohan was there playing with the children. I even heard him playing the piano singing a song I can't clearly hear. Carla said yes, it was him who plays the piano. I told the cab driver to take me to the Cuidar Charity.

As soon as I get there, I looked for Clara. But she was in the bathroom for shower. I asked Carla where is Yohan. But she said he already left for about thirty minutes ago. Heck that traffic!

I looked for another cab and got one. I scanned the letter, and remembered him playing piano on the background when I called Carla.

I went to my teacher years ago in piano... Sir Jake Sillona.

"O, Chenea!" He embraced me. "It's been years since I last saw you here in my studio."

"Uh, yes." I smiled.

"Why visit in a sudden? You should've warned me so I should've prepared." He joked as we sat down.

"I just... wanted to visit. And ask you something, a favor."

"Sure, what is it?"

As soon as he agreed to do my favor, I stood up to leave.

"By the way, do you happen to know someone named Yohan? Yohan Jin."

I was kind of speechless. "Uh, why?"

"He enrolled to me months ago, and now he plays piano well. He would always ask me about you, about your past and your family background. I'm sorry, but you were one of my favorite students I can't help it but to tell him how great you are."

"He... learned how to play piano?"

"Yes, he even learned how to sing too. Slowly, but he's good."

"You said 'Yohan Jin', right?"

"Yes, he's Yohan."

"Okay, I've got to go. But, I'll change the place. Make it the ice-skating place at Mall of Asia."

"Okay, then--"

And I ran outside. I remembered the last thing I missed in his letter... That someday, we'll ice-skate together.

"Please, just for an hour. Please, I'll pay the amount you want. I promise. Just please..."

"Miss Lewis..."

"But I am begging you, right now. Please. This is so important to me, I promise, I'll pay the right amount." I had to beg for a million times before I received a big yes and emptied the whole MOA.

The piano arrived after just a few minutes when the ice-skating floor was polished and cleaned. I let them put it at the center of the floor.

I sat down, any minute now before midnight as the manager said, Yohan will be arriving as usual. He's having personal training until three in the morning. He's really desperate to learn... because his heart tells him so.

When I saw him... He looked so surprised when he saw me... I started playing the piano.

"You came..."

"Of course, how will I forget?" We started skating but he still looks surprised. He can't even get near me.

"I waited for six long months..."

"And I swear you did not wait for nothing."

"Well it feels like I do."

"Stop saying those words."

"How can I?" I suddenly stood still. "You don't know how I did everything... everything for you."

"I know everything... I know you learned how to sing and how to play the piano, even through the same teacher I had years ago. I also know you use this whole MOA just to learn by yourself how to skate on ice till three in the morning. Plus, you always visit Cuidar Charity. Yohan, you can't tell me I don't know anything at all. And you did not do them all for me, you did them all... all because of love."

He slowly moved closer to me. "But you left me all alone by myself. How can you say those words?"

"I left for good."

"How can hurting someone be good?"

"I did not know it could be this way--"

"No one did, of course!"

"Then I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Are you apologizing now, or what?"

"Yohan--"

"Stop calling me as if you cared and really knew who I am."

"But I did not do it on purpose, I did not leave for no reason. Yohan, I thought leaving you can make me forget you. Well that's what I thought. But when I left, you never left my heart. I took the risk and went back--"

"Why did you come back?"

"Because I had to wake up without you and sleep without you each day and each night! And that... that crashed my heart even more."

We stared at each other for some seconds, it was awkward. He skated closer, until he's just inches away from me.

"What I want to hear from you now... is the reason why.. the real reason why you came back. If it's not for love, then why are you here? If it's not love at all, why am I here? I am here because I stood strong for you. Because it as you all along, because maybe... just maybe, that's what's being meant to be..." He held my chin and lifted it. Until I felt his lips brushed into mine. We breathed a little. He caressed my cheeks with his big hand.

"I came back... because I love you." I said in a soft voice.

"And I waited, because I love you too." He melted my heart when he kissed me again.

We skated a little more, and we headed to the place... Our little place were tragic memories were made, and how we stand here strong holding each others hands and being tied strongly.

As we were on our way home, and I honestly missed sitting in the passenger seat in his car. I'm also looking forward to see my condo. How I missed this place and everything I had in it.

Love is not always about how you feel for each other, it's how you stood strong because love doesn't measure time nor feelings, but it tests how strong you can be for love. If so, then that's love. What's being meant to be is just going to come along...

Suddenly, we almost hit someone! She was crossing the street with no caution at all. Yohan and I went down from the car and looked if we really bumped the girl. But she's just sitting on the road, sobbing. When I tapped her back, I was surprised.

It was Janerie. I haven't heard anything about her for six months... but, she's just here? How can-- my phone rang. I answered it without looking at the name. I robbed Janerie's back and she continued sobbing.

I answered my phone. and the person talks... I almost skipped a heartbeat. "Dad?"

----------------- ~The End ~ --------------

Thank you for reading this What's Being Meant To Be's Season One. :') Thank you my fellow readers for actively reading this. :') I'm gonna miss writing in two months. I'll try my best to post Season 2 as early as December, a Christmas gift for all of you.

Special thanks and mention to:

Nicx, Maris, Dianne, Patricia, Jessa, Sam, Czar, Paolo, Nicka, MC, Anne, an anonymous reader from my Wattpad, and to all those I wasn't able to mention. Truly, I'm sending you my gratitude for supporting WBM2B. ♥

I love you all and see you next season! Ciao!

~~~M.Shey ♥

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Friday, October 22, 2010 2:16 PM

Second Quarter Periodical Exams had just ended, it's been a week. Glad to be done, but my grandfather passed away two days after the exams. We appreciate your condolences and presence during the wake. He's much happier with the Creator now. :')

So with that, I am sorry as I promised to post the season ender after exams. It's a week late, so I'm apologizing. Plus, I'll be dividing it to parts, I can't make it too long. Sorry again :)

So... here goes Part I. :> Won't put the 'previous' anymore. :> :>

What's Being Meant To Be?

Season Ender

Shey

"How do you take chances? How do you move on when in your heart you know you can't at all? How do you start anew? How can you forget something you regret? Maybe that's just how it goes... You can't at all take chances, you can't move on, you can't start anew, you can't forget... You can't get it why because that's how love goes... You can't go on without it."

------------Yohan’s POV

Isn’t it funny that I’m doing crazy things just because of Chenea? Am I just desperate or is it just synonymous to being crazy?

Days had passed, and guess what? I’m doing the things Chenea would love to do. I visited Cuidar Charity at least once or twice a week and spending some time with the children. I treat them with toys and food and I’d always play a song for them. Yes, I’ve just quite mastered or for me, I’m doing well in piano now. Besides, Sir ____ had his patience long for me when I was still learning how to play piano. I still sucked in playing basketball; I even needed to be on leave for three months to find myself as I was lost in disguising Chenea’s habits.

I did not stop playing basketball, maybe it’s just a temporary stop. So basically, I’m not having any practices; pausing from playing basketball’s actually depressing at times especially when I read news about my team’s games. It was an intrigue that I had to be on leave. Media was coming my way in every place I go to. I just had to lie and tell them I have a wrist injury. What sucks even more is seeing my team’s bench, and I’m not with them. I was offered to leave, I was ordered to have a sick-leave. I guess I can’t do anything better without Chenea by my side.

It’s ironic to be lying when all I’m feeling right now is heartache.

I had to pay a big amount on renting the whole MOA at midnight until three in the morning. I just wanted to learn ice-skating by myself. My butt hurts a million times every time I fell on the ice. It was so hard; I just don’t know how Chenea does so many things that are too hard for me to do. I had to gain too many bruises before learning to skate in a straight line.

Ice-cold… I’m freezing in pain. It sucks even more to be alone this way trying to relive the memories of Chenea all by yourself.

I can’t let a day pass without visiting the place, my favorite place which turned out to be a place of bad memories now, where Chenea buried out letters for each other. I even had to secretly get the container because it flooded a bit one time, I’m afraid it will get wet. So I had to bury it farther from the shore and deeper. I trusted her words so much that I cannot even peek at the letters.

Six months, I waited. Six months, I had to die each and every day without her presence by my side. Six months, one hundred and eighty days trying to fight away the pain. One hundred and eighty days, I tried to live the way she lived her life six months ago… that awesome voice I heard when she played the piano, that skilled girl in playing basketball, that talented girl who ice skates, that girl who seem to have taken my heart with her when she left. Who would have thought that someone like me, Yohan Jin—a professional basketball player, would take piano lessons? How on earth did I manage to inquire in her Men’s Suit? How come I had the courage to learn ice skating? What’s so special about Cuidar Charity? Seriously, what is so special about Chenea that makes me do the things that apparently, hurts me that here… Standing in the spot, this same spot where I re-buried our letters alone?

I looked forward for this day… that that 180^th day would come and I’ll see her and I’ll tell her what I really feel. But she’s not here. Not yet, I hope. Maybe I was just too early waiting for her.

We promised to read the letters together. And I don’t know why time passed by so quickly I didn’t notice the sun had set. The stars appeared in the sky.

I have no choice… Yohan, just take the letter. I did my part and waited for six months, I did my part and went on the place where we promised to meet again.

I left my letter for her in the eye glass container and buried it again. Maybe one day, she’ll come to get it. I hope.

Slowly and carefully, I opened it…

“Yohan,

It’s been six months… how have you been? I hope you’re fine, more than ever whenever I saw you in the past six months. I don’t know how I’d be today; I can’t just predict I am okay. I swear it’s too hard to write something that would be read months from now. How can I relate it to you after six months? Not that I don’t trust you, but if you’re reading this now… you are not obliged to read my letter for you. I’m not even a pinch sure if you’ll even read this.

I know I’m wrong to be running away. I just had to escape this reality because it hurt me so much and I don’t know what to do anymore. I just had to find myself, and return when I’m ready to face all the people and all the things I’ve left without precautions. I tell you, I hate airplanes as much as I love the piano. But what can I do? I have to overcome my fears and leave this place. I’m sick and tired of it…

CHENEA could be the ugliest name and weirdest name you’ve ever heard. I am sorry to be too imperfect for you, I feel like I don’t deserve even just a second with you. And YOHAN’s just the name I didn’t know I was searching for the whole time.

My heart was broken about a year ago. I didn’t know I can meet love again in the path I never really imagined. I didn’t even know I can love again. The courage and strength I lost to Calvert was too much, I’ve lost it all. Well that’s what I thought but not until I met you. Because who I am now is a stronger and more courageous Chenea. Who I am now is the Chenea that you slowly taught how to give her heart to someone fully without hesitation.

The pain I’ve felt before from Calvert was traumatic. It was all tragic when it’s a happily ever started because it ended. Yohan, the love I had given to Calvert was beyond someone’s definition of love. It was the true love any one can ever wish for. My love… it was so precious. But in the end, he let my love go. He asked for too much, he asked me to leave him. He asked me to act normal as friends if ever I’ll see him again. But for months, I did not see him and it killed me… but your presence after a break up was sent by God to save me from my desperation.

When I met you, love became indefinable. Love was something like I never met Calvert before. It sent different caution, there was nothing… but different sparks of fireworks lit up.

But deep inside my heart, I know that what I feel for you is defined only by love alone.

This love was settled, like it was meant to be for you, to be given only to you. Nobody knew and nobody told me I’ll meet you one day like someone so strange would save me from falling in the stairs. There was no caution at all, but I wanted to give it all to you. I love you so much now matter what the cost would be.

What felt so wrong was Clara’s death. And loving you, from then on, was wrong. The day I’ve met you, the days we spent together… they were all crashed down into pieces. We, together, felt so wrong. I don’t know why, but Clara’s death… it can’t just be ignored. What can a friend not do for a friend who died and a person she loves so much? I thought I need time.

How can we say this is what’s being meant to be if we’re supposed to be separated by so many reasons. We, for so many reasons, are not meant to be.

If you think I don’t care, the thing is that I do. If you think I don’t love you, well I actually do. And if you think I won’t be back, I will. But that day is more unpredictable. I’ll be finding courage again, courage to face you when we meet again. I have to be strong enough if ever our eyes will ever meet again. Be friends as we should be. Because a Yohan like you doesn’t deserve a Chenea like me.

I’ll be back when I’m ready to step closer to you again. And if we see again, pretend as if you just saw me yesterday. That there is nothing between us, like we’re normal friends, and so what if we see each other again. And if possible, pretend you don’t see me at all. Just for the good and best. Yohan, I can’t love you less if I’ll be seeing you every second. It could kill me… it could really tear my heart apart.

I’m sorry I can’t tell you in person. I’m sorry I’ve lost my courage again.

How will you be? I hope you will always be fine.

Six months, thank you for waiting.

Trying to find herself,

Chenea.

Six months, thank you for waiting… Oh, God… How can Chenea break my heart this much? It doesn’t actually feel like I waited for nothing, it feels like I’m abandoned for a love I didn’t realize for so long. What is it that keeps us apart? What is it that won’t let us be together? What is it that breaks my heart this much?

If it’s love, then why does it hurt me so? If it’s not love, why did I wait for six months?

Holding the letter and looking farther than the empty horizon… Standing strongly as I want to break down. ‘How can we say this is what’s being meant to be if we’re supposed to be separated for so many reasons. We, for so many reasons, are not meant to be.’ Seriously, in her heart… What is being meant to be?

I shed a tear in the dark, nobody will ever see me, no one will ever feel the pain in me. I was blinded by a flash of light in my left, coming from a ten-meter distance. In a snap, I looked where it came from. A man slowly appeared from a distance, not that far. He’s holding a camera like he’s a paparazzi or something.

“I’m sorry, man. Sorry for the interruption.” He said approaching me by a handshake. He doesn’t look familiar, even just a bit. He looked so old. But not too old.

“No. I mean, it’s nothing.” I looked away from him and secretly wiped my tears.

“I—I took a picture of you, you sure that’s nothing?”

I did not answer.

“You looked so emotional… That’s a pretty good shot anyways.” He scanned his camera for pictures.

“How old are you?”

“What? What kind of question is that…?” He laughed a little bit.

“In your life, how do you move on from a broken heart?”

He did not say a word for about a minute.

“I know you’re a basketball superstar, are you Yohan Jin?”

“U-huh. Don’t tell me you’re a—“

“No, I’m not paparazzi.” He smiled at me. “Sixty years of existence, I married a woman whom I’ve given my heart the day I met her. She was my first love.” His eyes were sad in a sudden. “We got married when we were twenty.”

“That’s…”

“Yes, that’s too early for both of us. But in forty years, my heart’s being broken and pierced each and every day. Until now, my heart’s broken and I don’t think there’s anyone out there who can fix it.”

“Is it—do you regret it?”

“No, not even a little. Marriage, for me and how I understand it, is when you can’t let the girl go anymore, when you know that from the start, she already took your heart. That no matter what or where or how the girl is, you’ll be able to define forever by being with her. My wife, she let me feel all of those.”

“But… your heart’s being broken, why is that so? Is it possible to be broken when you know, she’s yours now?”

“She’s not mine anymore. I could have taken care of her because we exchanged vows. And growing old wouldn’t be this hard if I’m not growing old alone. Yohan Jin, she died. She died the day after we got married because she’s sick. I bet you know why we married at an early age. I can’t just let her go, I love her so much. I can’t take it if she’ll be gone.” I don’t get it why of all these hurt, he doesn’t shed a tear. “I never loved another woman after her death. It feels so wrong to love someone after a death. But life goes on.”

“So… how do you move on?”

“Are you crazy?” He looked at me like mocking me.

“Wh—why? Of course, I’m not!”

“How do I move on? You’re crazy. Why would even think of that? Why will I move on? Should I? Little boy, I loved a girl so much, with no hesitations, I gave her my all. Her death’s not my fault, it’s not her fault, it’s no one’s fault. Nobody ever wanted this to happen, nobody wanted to grow old alone. But I loved her so much, and still do, and I don’t think there could be any reason to move on. Moving on is not a joke, when you say you move on, you force yourself to forget someone who ironically either you broke her heart, or she did.

“Yohan, I did not move on. Because I love her, I can’t just forget her. Why would I force myself to throw away everything we had before? When you love a person, whatever the cost would be, it’s worth fighting for. Win or lose, it’s always your choice. There is no giving up in love, only enduring. In the end, you’ll realize what’s the best, you’ll learn something in the end.”

“So, you… did you learn something?”

“I learned to love as if ‘I’ never existed. All I did was to give, I gave love to the point that I forgot myself and love is only defined by the heart, not by so many other things that keep the two of you together or apart. That’s what I learned in the end.”

‘Love is only defined by the heart, not by so many other things that keep the two of you together or apart’. This man’s the man. “You think so?”

“yeah, and to sum it all up, I don’t think it’s the end for both of you. Whatever you’re thinking and worrying for right now, save it all for the last. What you learn now will pay off in due time and there;s a lot more to learn.”

I was surprised by what he said. I looked at him with a what-are-you-saying look. But he just smirked; this old guy can be very creepy. But I want to know more.

“Okay, I have to go. I’m a desperate photographer, but my works were never published or posted in magazines or online. I’ll go, have fun and enjoy your life, boy. You’re still young.” He winked at me and left, I was kind of frozen in death. He coughed on his way off this little place.

-----------------CHENEA'S POV

"What time will we arrive?" I asked Simon who's sitting a meter away from me in the private jet.

"Before the sun sets, Miss Lewis."

I sighed, "Just in time for the perfect six months measure." Then I looked at the windows, trying to see through everything...

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