Chapter 67

Hillary's POV

Three days left and we're going back to the Philippines. Oh, I really don't want to leave this place! For the whole four months of staying here, a lot of things happened, but still, I want to stay, I want to live here if only I can.

And, it's been a week that my confession happened. Sky always looks so strange whenever I talk to him, but I no longer give a damn. I shouldn't let myself think about it, instead, I should focus on forgetting my feelings for him...but I still can't. We're still in one place and we always see each other, but at least I'm giving my all best to move on.

And of course, kung may pangyayaring malungkot, meron ding maganda. Andrei told me that he'll try to date Driana. I'm so happy for them! Finally, Andrei sees her worth! And, I am smiling now while looking at them, who are enjoying the dance floor.

We're at 1862 Dry Bar. Its name may sound quite old, but when you went inside it will give you the best feeling. The throwback feels and the swanky ambiance are so good! It's a cozy bar with friendly service. This is the best place to go for those people who have a nightlife.

"Hey, you've been so silent, is there anything wrong?" Dylan whispered.

I shrugged, "don't mind me and just drink," then, I handed him a glass of negroni.  

"You and Sky are not good, right?" he asked, then he looked at him, who's at the bar's counter, drinking alone.

"Well, I don't know," I replied.

"Seriously?" he chuckled, "come on, Hillary, tell me what's going on," he said.

I tasted the Amanecer cocktail first or it's commonly known as the tequila sunrise cocktail. And, yeah, it's so good, it has a bright, citrusy taste. "I'd confessed to him, Dylan," I uttered after a second. "But, it turns out not good. I ended up...getting hurt," then, I take another sip of the cocktail.

"Hillary, that's fine. What's good is you confessed. You finally told him your feelings, you no longer need to hold it back or to keep on hiding it. But, I told you already, whatever the result is, you need to accept it. He may be happy knowing about it or he may feel sorry, accept it."

"I accepted it already, but you can't blame me that I am so sad and hurt right now."

"No one should be blamed, Hillary. Suffering the pain and melancholy is part of being in love...to a person who's still in love with his ex-girlfriend."

I smiled, bitterly. "I wish I can move on so fast," I muttered.

He smiled at me, "just always remember, forget the feelings, but never the person. No matter what kind of level the pain and sadness he gave, he still made you happy and inspired," he replied.

"Thank you for reminding me, Dylan," I said, sincerely.

"Don't mention it," then, he continued drinking, "and, one more thing, never do revenge, it's not a solution, it will just worsen the situation," he uttered.

I nodded as I said, "noted."

Sky's POV

Why on earth I am drowning myself in alcohol? Manhattan, whiskey, tequila—damn, real hard drinks, but I am just taking it like damn water!

I feel so guilty. Whenever I look at her, I always remember that I am the reason for her gloomy eyes, broken heart, and bitter smiles.

I can't deny the fact that I can clearly see how much she's trying to make herself fine. I am also doing the same thing. I tried conversing with her like how we usually do, laughed together like nothing happened, but I always ended up feeling so guilty, because I know at the end of the day, she's not really a hundred percent happy and I am the reason of her downfall.

"Oye, guapo, por qué bebes solo?" a woman asked, then she ordered a drink.

(Trans: Hey, handsome, why are you drinking alone?)

"No sé," I replied and she giggled right away.

(Trans: I don't know.)

"Te has roto de corazón?" she asked and I didn't answer her, "puedo arreglarlo," she added.

(Trans: Are you broken hearted? I can mend it.)

I smiled at her, "lo siento, pero no me interesa," I replied.

(Trans: I'm sorry, but I'm not interested.)

She touched my hand, "sólo Dale una oportunidad. Seguramente le encantará," she said with her bitchy tone.

(Trans: Just give it a try. You will surely love it.)

I looked at her and she suddenly winked. Tsk! "somos extraños, pero todavía te respeto como mujer," I said.

(Trans: We're strangers, but I still respect you as a woman.)

She was surprised, but she gave me a smile afterward, "es agradable hablar contigo," she then left after she said it.

(Trans: It's nice talking to you.)

I chuckled, "maganda sana, masyado lang nagmamadali," I whispered.

"Gwapo ho kasi kayo," someone replied. I looked at him, it's the bartender, and he's now smiling at me.

"Pilipino ka?" I asked and he nodded.

"Sa totoo lang, kilala ko 'yong isa sa mga kasama mo."

"Sino?"

"Si Hillary."

My brows knitted, "why do you know her?" I asked with confusion.

"Magkaklase kami no'ng doon pa ako nag-aaral sa Pinas," he replied. "Nagulat nga ako nang makita ko siya rito. Ang laki nang pinagbago niya, mas lalo siyang gumanda."

Yeah. I hurt that gorgeous woman. What kind of stupid sh*t am I?

"Could you tell me what kind of a person Hillary is?"

"Hindi mo pa ba siya kilala? Akala ko magkaibigan kayo."

"We're friends. I mean when she's in love."

He laughed, "anong nangyayari sa kaniya kapag in love siya?" I nodded, "pasensya, pero wala akong alam. Sobrang daming nagkagusto sa kaniya dati roon sa eskwelahan namin, pero ni isa wala siyang nagustuhan."

"You mean, she never had a boyfriend?"

"Parang gano'n na nga. Pero, hindi ko alam ngayon."

"Before she transferred school, wala talaga?"

"Oo."

Then, Sun is her first love? And, if ever Sun doesn't have a sickness, he's probably her first boyfriend?

Now, what if...she's like Veia? That she just loves me because I look like my twin?

I think...it's not impossible.

"Pero, ang sabi niya dati, kapag siya na in love, totohanan talaga," the bartender uttered again.

Then probably, she still loves my twin? Tsk. I knew it.

"Bakit mo ba natanong? May gusto ka ba sa kaniya, Sir?"

I turned around to see her and she's now laughing with Dylan. I'm glad her laughter is genuine. I looked at the bartender again, then I uttered, "no."

"Talaga?"

"Y-Yeah."

Why does he need to ask me that? Tsk!

"Sabi kasi nila kapag napaisip ang isang tao ibig sabihin hindi siya sigurado sa isasagot niya."

"Then, you're telling me that I'm not certain with my answer?"

"Eh, ikaw ba, totoo ba talaga 'yong sagot mo?"

"Oo nga."

"Oh, edi oo. Sige na, uminom ka na ulit," he then gave me another glass of Manhattan wine, "pero, Sir, kapag ikaw nahulog kay Hillary, sinasabi ko sa'yo hahabol-habulin mo siya, just like what her best friend did. Ewan ko lang ngayon kung kumusta na sila," he uttered again.

And, I was caught off guard. I shouldn't fall for her then.

I look at her again and she also looks at me, she then gave me a wave.

Yes, I shouldn't love her more than a friend. Call me a coward, but I am afraid to fall in love with her.