"There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed." ― Gautama Buddha

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"He looks desperate you know? I kind of feel bad for him," Glenn grab a paper towel from the black holder and wipes her hands. She crumples it after drying her hands and tossed it in the trash bin on the corner, under the paper towel holder. She stood on her side, leaning a bit against the sink counter watching me as I scrub my hands with wandering thought.

My face is grim and she realized I don't want to talk about him. I'm done with him and I hate any topic about him. The Victoria who was head over heels for him is gone.

"He should be!" I shrugged my shoulders and place my soapy hands under the water tap and ran it with water, rinsing it thoroughly.

I never looked at his direction ever since he arrived. I will make him feel how it feels like being ignored and taken for granted. I've grown tired of competing with his attention.

"You're determined to forget him, huh? That's good. I think what you need now is a new environment to do that." Glenn bobs her head. I look at her before walking to the paper towel holder and wave my hand on the sensor bar then took the paper towel the holder just dispensed and wipes my hands before tossing it in the bin. "London would surely offer you a lot of entertainment and gorgeous men. You'll be surrounded by gorgeous models." She gushed and I smiled. I'm done with men. I have a career to build, and my parents would be so proud of me.

I gave Glenn a half-smile.

She had forgotten that I lived in London for almost five years, and I didn't succeed in forgetting him, but who knows, maybe someone out there is waiting for me.

"Yes. I'm excited!" I heaved a sigh as I wistfully prayed I will be successful. I need a career. A real one. And for now, I will set my heart apart, and build my career. I'll start with my modeling until I get into any designing company.

Glenn and I walk back to our table. Vino were back at the bar, while Cyrus and Cyra were talking to Xandrous and once in a while, they are laughing.

Just as we got to our table, Cyrus and Cyra tugs Glenn's hand to dance. Glenn protested, but the two took each one of her hand and drag her with them to the dance floor. I was about to follow them when I felt Xandrous hands around my wrist.

I'm still avoiding his gaze.

"Can we talk in private?" Xandrous said in a louder voice so I could hear him. I reluctantly meet his pleading eyes. My heart screams for another chance, but my head says no.

"Is there anything we need to talk about?" I asked dryly. I gave him a bored look and I look down on his hand that was still holding my wrist. He let it go and sigh.

I waited for him to talk but he fell into a silence. I decided to sit back in the seat I vacated a moment ago. He grab his beer and move close to me, but left a few inches gap. He down his beer. My eyes trained on the people gyrating in the middle of the dance floor, but at the side of my eyes, I could see him.

"Please, don't leave," his broken voice stiffened me. My head snaps in his direction with confusion.

Am I hearing it right?

Is Xandrous begging me to stay?

I met his pleading eyes and I almost give in. They were soft and flickered with so many emotions. My heart is screaming to give him another chance, but my head says no.

I shifted to my side and stared at him. He looks away, scanning the crowd, then he brought the beer to his mouth and downed it until it's empty then he set it down, with his fingers stroking the empty bottle, without looking back at me.

"Pardon me?" I asked, bewildered. I still don't know if I was hallucinating or I misheard it. Am I tipsy?

A little bit, I think, but I know what's going on around us.

I had a few shots of tequila but my alcohol tolerance is strong. I can handle a straight six shots of tequila and I can still drive home.

He shifted to his side and face me. He looks broken and his eyes are uncertain.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a jerk," he croaks. I could feel that tears in his voice.

I could feel my tear ducts slowly producing tears, welling up my eyes. I blink them back, not wanting to show him my emotions. I'm done.

My heart aches to hold him. It hurts that he's so close to me, yet it is so far.

"If you are here to give me hope yet again and then ditch me, I'm sorry to tell you, Xandrous, but I'm no longer the girl who is head over heels in love with you. You already have Cassie. I know you two are perfect together. You chose her to begin with. Let me find my own. A man who can love me for who am I and would stand beside me, and will never take me for granted." I said casually, swallowing the lump that seems stuck in my throat.

His shoulder slumped and he mindlessly watches the four men laughing while staggering their way to the dancing floor.

"I didn't choose her," he said after a long pause.

He didn't choose her?

He broke up with me, and then I saw him kissing her! What the fuck does he thinks of me?

A fool?

"I saw you kissing her after you broke up with me," I said flatly even though I wanted to scream at his face. I held my emotions at bay. I just grind my teeth as I recalled that day.

"I didn't," he shifted to his side again and look at me. "I didn't kiss her. She was devastated by her parent's divorce and I was just consoling her when she suddenly kissed me. I was shocked, I don't know what to do. I didn't kiss her back or anything." He stared at my eyes intently, and I can feel the sincerity in his voice. "I swear, Vi. I didn't kiss her."

"But you stayed at her side, until now. I can't believe nothing is going on. You two has been inseparable since that day you broke up with me. Now, tell me what should I think?" I grit out. I wanted to stay as calm as I could because showing no emotions is way better to make him feel that I don't really care at all, anymore, but my calmness is slipping away.

Memories of our breakups rushed through me and it's slowly withering the coolness I'm trying to portray.

"She had no one to turn to, or friends to share her troubles and would understand her. She was so vulnerable that time, I'm sorry. I know she loves me, she confessed it, but I told her I can't duplicate her feelings and all I could offer was just friendship and she was cool with that. I don't want to hurt her after her-"

"But it's okay to hurt me!" I scoffed.

"I'm sorry. I admit I did and ..." he paused and he searched for my eyes, " I regretted it. When you told me yesterday you're leaving, I freak out. I want you back. I know I broke your trust ... but, can you give me another chance?" he said, with brittle voice. His eyes glisten and I just realized a lone tear rolled down his right cheek, glistening as the disco lights reflect onto it. He looks vulnerable and I never saw him like that before.

Seeing him so sincere, my heart clenched. I wanted to launch myself onto him and hug him. Feel his arms around me, but, I don't trust him. I know he's still hanging around the girl.

I shook my head and look away. I heard him sighed deeply.

I made a successive sip of my drink. I could hear him sigh periodically. I stared at him again. He looks broken and my heart clenched. I slammed it back down that emotion that keep nagging me. "I think I need to head home," I said. I don't want to see him like that. I needed to get away.

He looks alarmed.

"How about your friends?"

"I will just send them a text. Looks like they were still having fun," I said as I rose to my feet and grab my clutch. I placed a few hundred bills on the table.

"I already told them to put it on my tab," he said. I just nodded but I didn't take the bills. I quickly head out, feeling like my heart getting constricted as I saw his eyes glistening, and I knew he's crying. I was gasping for oxygen as I pushed my way out of the throngs drunken men and women, and out to the door.

As soon as I'm out, I release a deep breath and I just realized I wasn't breathing normal a while ago. And just then I realized, I was shaking. My legs are shaking and I involuntarily hug myself tightly, taking deep breaths.

I quickly strode to where I park hoping to get home soon and cry in my bed where no one can see me crying. I bit my inner cheek to hold the tears.

"Vi,"

I stop and felt his soft and sweet voice hugs me and once again, a familiar warm feeling filled me. That voice that always made me feel loved and special. That voice that always makes me smile like the world is smiling at me. That sweet voice that always makes me oblivious around me.

He used to be the center of my world, but then, he shattered it when he broke up with me.

I felt my cheeks moistened and I realized I was crying.

I didn't turn to see him. I stood rooted to the ground and didn't care if someone is honking at me.

"If you want to die, bitch, go ran at the busy road!" the man yelled and I just soon felt someone almost carrying me, dragging me to the side.

"Thanks, man!" I heard the man said. "That bitch needs some banging to bring her senses back!" he added on and I felt the hands clenched as he releases my arms. That's when I realized it was Xandrous.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DOUCHE!" he yelled at the disappearing car.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Come on, I'll take you home," he said. I was still shocked. I was lost. Totally lost in my thoughts that I didn't see that car backing up. "I'll carry you, alright? You're shaking, Vi." He gingerly picks me up in a bridal style without waiting for my permission and I automatically wrap one hand around his neck sheepishly. I'm still not sobered from that accident.

I was almost hit.

"I'll arrange someone to bring your car back to your home." The tenderness in his voice made me cry even more.

What's happening to me?

"Are you alright?" he stops and I felt his eyes stared at me, but I didn't dare look into his eyes. I tried to stop the tears but it kept coming.

"Please, put me down," I said instead. "I'm fine, and thank you!" I tried to sound casual, but I faltered.

"You are not. You are still shaking," he said in a determined and firm tone and resumed walking. I didn't bother looking where we are going. I was staring at his chest. I could smell his familiar scent. A wave of déjà vu rushed through me.

"Will you stop seeing her if I stay?" I asked out of nowhere.

"He stops,"

"At the moment, I can't," he said and I met his eyes. He looks torn, but I need to make a compromise if I will give him another chance.

"Why? She's grown up, Xandrous. I'm sure she already recovered from her parent's separation." I stated tersely.

"She has leukemia," he simply said and I suddenly felt sorry for her and at the same time, for me.

I fell into silence as kept walking to the farthest end of the parking lot and then deposited me inside his new car, gently and even buckled my seatbelt. I close my eyes as he buckled my seatbelt, his breath fanning my chest, relishing this moment.

Our last moment.

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A/N: Where's my note that was supposed to be here? *eyes rolling. Wattpad problem.

Anyway, I will update another chapter tomorrow. For now, I will imagine the next episode so I could just keep on typing. :)

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