31 I'm real

Vic and Annie sat on the chair, having their dinner. Annie actually brought him there without telling him that Meghan was also there. Meghan and other models have a show tonight, showing the new collection of clothes by Zhing Yi.

"Vic, I want to ask you a question and I hope you answer it honestly," Annie started, feeling nervous. Vic just nodded, drinking his coffee.

"Do you love Meghan?" Her question almost made him choke. He quickly reached the napkin, looking at her in starlet. She sighed.

"Since she moved out, you have changed. You're never happy anymore. I saw you always sighing heavily all the time, even when we're dating. And… when you saw her commercial or picture in the magazine, your face told me that you miss her so much."

"Annie, I…" Annie signalled him to stop talking.

"Vic, don't say any word yet. Let me finish first. The moment I share with you are unforgettable but I'm not the one you truly love." He didn't say anything. Then, both looked at the front as the models began to walk around, showing the clothes. Vic couldn't turn anyway, just looking at Meghan all the time. Annie watched him without saying any word. Her heart felt hurt but she must be strong.

Vic looked back at Annie, feeling regret for looking at another woman, even in front of his own girlfriend. She smiled.

"This shows the truth, Vic. You love her more than you love me…"

"Annie… I…"

"Don't lie to me, Vic. Your eyes shone brightly when you saw her." Vic gulped.

"I love you, Vic but I want you to be happy. That was what she does when she willingly let you to be with me." Vic gasped.

"She loves you, Vic. I realize it but I'm too selfish. But… my selfishness brings three of us to nowhere…" He looked at her in confuse. Annie took a deep breath before putting her hand on his.

"Even though this hurting me but I want you to be happy. Go to her, Vic. She needs you more than I do; just the way you need her." He looked at her. She nodded, trying not to cry. He sighed, leaning to kiss her forehead before walking to the backstage.

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Meghan sighed, sitting on the chair. She watched others changing their clothes. She looked at the mirror, touching her face slowly before pulling the hair bands and pins off her hair.

She looked at her reflection, gasping to see him standing behind her.

"Must be a dream… must be a dream…" she murmured, shaking her head.

"No, sunshine. I'm real," he replied, smiling. She gasped, turning around, only to see him there, smiling. She sniffed before hugging him tightly.

"Shh… don't cry…" he murmured, stroking her back gently. Other models looked at them, smiling.

"Are you real? Are you real?" she cried, looking at his face. Then, with a deep breath, she pinched his cheek.

"Meghan, it's hurt," he groaned. She quickly touched his cheek, rubbing a bit.

"Hurt?" she asked. He nodded. She quickly looked for something on the desk before squeezing small drop of gel onto her finger, rubbing to his cheek.

"What is this? So cold…" he mumbled. She wiped the tears on her cheeks before hugging him back.

"Meghan, let me go… ergh… people keep looking at us…" he said, trying to free himself from her.

"No… I won't let you go. Then you will leave me… no…" she shook her head, tightening her embrace.

"Girl, I think you just bring him home," Ruby said, tapping her shoulder. Meghan lifted her face, looking at Vic. He nodded, smiling.

"Hey, show us a kiss first before go away," Jolin said while others giggling. Meghan blushed. Vic chuckled, titling her face gently.

They clapped their hands watching both kissing. Meghan blushed even redder, hiding her face against Vic's chest. He chuckled, hugging her tightly.

"Okay, show has over. Let them have their private moment," Ruby winked while the girls giggled.

"Let's go home," he whispered, wrapping his arm around her waist, bringing her out. She sighed blissfully, leaning to him all the time.

"Aww… give me a break. Why tonight?" he groaned while she giggling.

"My car over there, let's go," she said. He sighed, locking the doors before following her. He frowned when she handed him her car key.

"I don't know how to drive," she said childishly. He chuckled, opening a door for her to get in before getting into the driver seat. She smiled, watching him all the time.

"Stop looking at me when I'm driving," he murmured. She giggled, ignoring his murmuring, looking at him all the time.

"Give me a break…"

-The End-