16 Chapter 24 But not everything should be told to anybody

((( Rhio POV's )))

"A namesake," she smiled. "With the infamously snub young billionaire."

My heart raced in surprise. She knew Rhio. But she didn't know I am that Rhio.

Infamously snub young billionaire, huh? The media made people, even her, to describe me like that.

"Deaf," I blurted. "It's Rhion."

"Eh, that's just a letter different," her gaze was suddenly far away "He's a really lucky guy but I heard his father died recently. That's sad but he's still lucky anyway."

"It's sad, really." I confessed. "But how could you say he's even lucky?"

"He's rich. He doesn't have to worry about money," she happily answered fast. "He was left with two big companies on his hand. Doesn't that make one lucky? I bet even you, at one point in your life, wished to be him. "

It was the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life and I couldn't help but laugh. I've always wished to be someone else, just not as Rhio. And being left with huge responsibilities was no way in eternity, fun. "Never. I would never envy someone who's got no freedom. He's no more than a caged prisoner."

"He doesn't suffer financially. It's enough reason for me."

"Not because he doesn't worry about money doesn't mean he does not suffer. There are many kinds of suffering," I gazed at the rustling trees.

"In what way do you think?" she challenged me through raised brows.

"Tough decisions, I guess." Emotionally. Mentally…the list goes on.

Our eyes met. I withdrew mine first.

"Right. Decisions are hard to make. He's smart. And knowing him, he's got resources and advisors. It should be easy for him."

"It's hard to say until one goes through what he's going through," I defended my concealed identity.

She suddenly pinched my side. "Are you really going to disprove everything I say?"

I scrunched my forehead, "Because you're making too many false assumptions about his life."

"You just don���t want to lose," she pouted "And because you're also rich."

"Fine," I turned my back and slowly walked away.

"Hey, are you walking out on me? I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings."

"Don't apologize, you're making a fool out of yourself," I remarked.

"You're the one who looked like a dejected fool when I first met you," she spat. "The dark rings around your eyes proved you're worried about many things. But there's nobody you could really talk to about it. At least speak to me because if you keep it all repressed, you'd lose your mind sooner."

Nonsense. I scoffed and resumed walking to towards the car. She continued after me and grabbed me by the arm.

"I'm not here to argue with you," she smiled "I'm here to listen to your problems. And don't ever tell me you don't have any."

I leaned in to meet her eye to eye. "Everybody has problems…"

"Then..." she stammered but I pressed a finger to her lips to keep her from talking.

"…But not everything should be told to anybody."

I distanced myself when she looked at me.

"You need to sleep. Your eye bags look terrible."

"Are you going home?" I asked to stir the conversation.

"Why?"