The Haunted’s Kiss of Regret and Repentance

PANDORA’S HOPE



It has been a few days since the dream I had, and that white and warm light appeared in my dream. I’m just living life one day at a time, and I try my best to stop thinking of negative things. I feel like for the first time in my life, I can try and convince myself that I’m doing great.

“Hey, Shyne,” Perry called me, and I looked up to see her with a broad smile, “I kept sending messages to you but you’re not replying.” She said and I quickly took my phone from inside of my bag and checked.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Perry, I was just so caught up in painting and sketching that I lost track of time, and I didn’t notice that my phone was on silent. I just used my laptop, so I guess I forgot to check if someone texted me.”

She just rolled her eyes and smiled at me as she sat on the chair that was opposite of mine. We were now in the garden of our house as I tried to paint the flowers around me. It was one of the few times that I was extremely calm, and I feel like I didn’t have to think of anything else.

“Randy said that he and the school publication were trying to reach you for a few days now, but you deactivated your account, so they had no way of contacting you. Especially after you changed your phone number. You got off the radar, and they decided calling me would be easier since all hope seems lost at trying to call you.”

I giggled at my cousin’s exasperated mood. She was stressed because of me most of the time and I can’t say that it amused me whenever they all worried about me. Despite the danger of what Rian was doing to me, I can’t help but look at the fact that it’s helping me build a connection with my family. Especially my mom and my sister., and I’m so happy for it.

I met with Randy and the school publication, and I realized that there was no one inside of the publication office, so I called him.

“I don’t recall you being this impatient…” I turned around and saw Brixton holding a bouquet of what looks like roses and paint brushes and expensive pens and markers.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

My heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks became hot as I felt myself burning up in embarrassment. The guy knows how much I love typical office and art materials more than flowers and jewelries. I never blushed as much as I had like this before, but somehow, seeing that he knew me too much about me to the point that even little habits and little facts about me are instilled in his mind just makes me fall for him all the more. I felt like I was back in high school at the moment and as cheesy as it sounds, I love how it feels.

“Wh-what… what are you doing here, Brixton?” I asked in a small voice, and he gave me an amused smile as he walked towards me without breaking eye contact. One of the things I realized is that he would always look me directly in the eye whether we were just doing little talks, whether I was mad at him, or when we we’re talking about serious things. The guy knows how petty I was when people didn’t look at me when I talk.

“Shyne,” he said and took a deep breath, “I know you said you want to be friends for now, but I just want to explain to you how much I love you. I’ll wait, but I know you’ll never believe me if I say that I’ll wait forever.”

I held his gaze, and we were now only a foot apart as I held the bouquet he gave me. I wanted to just break down and hug him really tight. I can feel my heart and mind scream that should be honest, but I know the risks. I know how important it is to say no and yet it’s too painful to just look at the man’s eyes and know that I couldn’t be as honest as him.

“Babe, Shyne, I can’t wait forever. I’m not one of those guys who’ll tell you that I can do everything for you, because I know I can’t. I know I have a limitation, but…” He held my right hand and looked at our intertwined fingers.

“I’ll try, Shyne. I’ll try my best to hold on to you and love you until the day I can’t do it anymore. My love can end, but it can start again. As stupid as those sounds, I know humans can’t keep their love, so I give my love for you to God, so he can help keep it intact for me. My patience to wait for you can end, so I came here to tell you that my prayer for the both of us is to get the love we both want. I love you, whether you’re for me or not. Whether either of us find a different person or not, I’ll always love you, Shyne. You’re my breakthrough in love, because I never thought I could be serious in loving someone like I love you now.”

There were tears in both of our eyes, and for the first time, I closed my eyes, and the two of us shared our first kiss. It was brief, but the tears fell from both our eyes. I rejected Brixton again, and I went home feeling both loved and hopeless. When I arrived home, I saw my dad.

“Who the hell is RIAN?!” my heart nearly stopped at the anger that his voice echoed. My father found out about Rian, but I know that it’s not the entire truth.

My father threw a folder that he received in the mail from an anonymous source about my ex-lover. I read it as my dad just stared at me like he was about to kill me. My hands were cold. Inside the folders were photos of me and Rian, and a threat came with the folder to expose me in public.


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