Chapter 2: Very first

—Luna

God I hate my eyes! Pair of freaking traitors!

As much as I want to stay awake my lids keep on getting heavier and heavier. I can feel how tired I am today. I've been pushing myself to the limit ever since my adoptive parents put me in this job. This shady business they have.

At first I hated the fact that they assigned me to be a waitress but just like what they said "You'll learn to love the things you hated before", and that happened.

I've been so close with the other staff, they taught me everything they know and I am beyond grateful to have them by my side. It's as if I have another family who gave me a chance to prove that I am capable of excelling in things that are new to me.

I never fancy the thought of getting adopted by the Valdez family. People always remind me that I should be thankful to my adoptive parents since they gave me a home that keeps me warm at night. Home my ass! I don't even feel welcome there. If that's what home feels like then I would rather choose the orphanage. They also added that they are the ones who made me who I am today. That's completely bullcrap! All they ever did was to treat me like I was just adopted to work for them. To become their slave. They didn't mold me, the people I worked with did. I respect them more than my so-called parents.

I finally surrendered myself to Morpheu's arms as I felt the familiar comfort of this man's giving beside me.

I won't even gonna lie if I say I miss this. His comfort. He, to be exact.

—Devon

It's been like half an hour since we arrived at the old orphanage where we used to do all the things together.

I am just here, patiently waiting for her to wake up. Slightly tapping my index finger in the steering wheel.

Her tiredness was evident enough because of the bags under her eyes. The moment she leaned her head against the window, she gave in and fell asleep.

I can't help but to stare at her face. How lovely she is!

How have you've been, Luna? I can say that you've been through a lot. Has life been difficult for you? I thought to myself.

I want to ask how she is but she seems to be pretending not to know me. Her stares were cold like ice and felt so empty. It's like she's staring at a wall.

Is she mad at me?

Good heavens! I'm dying to know what could be the possible reason for that. Why is she acting like this to me? Why pretend?

After an hour I decided to head back and wake her up.

She still looked so sleepy but forced herself to wake up.

So I speak.

"Give me your direction and I'll drive you home", I said directly.

"Sir, you can just drop me off here. I'll just take a cab" she replied back without giving me a glance.

"No, I insist. It's hard to find a cab at this hour and it's not safe for you to commute all alone." I explained.

I want to drive her home. It does feel weird asking her directions even though I have her file with me. I just want to see her place if it's safe enough to live in. I believe she lives alone so I really need to check.

"Pull over, Sir! Or I'm going to call the cops if you won't drop me here!"

Our eyes met in the rearview mirror and I can tell that she's about to shed a tear.

Did I scare her?

I shifted my eyes back on the road and assured her that I'm going to pull over right away. As soon as I saw a convenience store nearby I drove to the parking space, killed the engine and faced her.

"I'm so sorry if I scared you. I don't have any bad intentions, I promise. All I want to do is to make you remember who I am. That's all."

"But I don't remember you! I don't even know who you are! It is normal for me to feel scared at this point because you want to drive me home. We're complete strangers and it's already weird for me to just go with you knowing the fact that we don't know each —"

I cut her out.

"But I know you", I defended.

"But I don't!"

Silence fell between the two of us. All I can hear is our breathing and my heart breaking. Yeah, breaking! I'm so hurt. I didn't make it obvious.

I can't show her that. Not in front of her nor everyone.

How could she not remember her friend? We both swore to each other that we will always be friends no matter what happens. How could she break that promise?

She left and I drove away, trying my very best not to get distracted with the fact that she broke my heart for the first time.

…

I took a shower the moment I arrived in my condo unit. I want to head to sleep but I have something to do before that.

This is very important so I need to text my private agent right now so I won't forget it tomorrow.

I have tons of things inside my mind but this is my top priority. I checked the time and it's already 4:26am. I'll just send him a message now and wait for him to reply later. Bet he's still sleeping at this hour.

To: Mr. Guerrero

Good day, Mr. Guerrero. I have a job for you. I want you to check Luna's place for me because I wasn't able to do it today. Don't forget to ask the landlady/lord if there's still a vacant space near or beside her place. Any type will do as long as it has its own bathroom and a working air conditioner. Please send me some photos of the place and the neighborhood as well. Good luck and be safe.

And there I hit the send button.

He's such a good employee. I like him. He's very trustworthy and has a good sense of humor. We have a vibe.

Sometimes I feel like he's my long lost brother. I'm younger than him. I believe he's like 30-ish. Doesn't have a wife and such a workaholic type of person.

Maybe soon, I will set him up for a job making him think it's a job but the truth is I'm setting him up on a blind date. I don't want him to live life alone. He needs a lover.

I rolled my eyes heavenward. Why am I so invested in someone else's love life status when in fact I didn't have it as well?

Or so I thought.

I almost forgot that my family planned my marriage to that brat, Cienna.

We need to get married to help each other's company. So cliché!

The crazy part about this fixed marriage is Cienna fell for me at the very first sight. I thought she's against this plan but god she's not!

She wants us to get married as soon as possible. So to avoid that from happening I always attend business trips and meetings out of town.

Good thing that it always works. She's not bothering me whenever I get out of town. She makes herself busy clubbing and getting with random guys.

She's not the type that I want to marry. In fact she doesn't fit in any category.

I shrugged the thought off and closed my eyes.

I am not giving up on you, Luna. Never.