Chapter 2

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PROLOGUE (2) "We've done all that we could, but we cannot save him." "There's too much blood lost." "We found him in his office, already dead." "The gun is nowhere in sight." "The company needs you..." "You are the appointed heir, you cannot escape this, Gabriel." "We need to process the documents as fast as possible." "The company depends on you now," I was lying down on our bed, sheets tangled on my feet, mourning someone that hasn't really left me. I silently cried, holding tight to the sheets as I folded myself in a fetal position. The dusk has settled and slowly, the night begins to capture my surroundings as though it were a thin blanket being draped over the land. I sniffled and sigh. I am almost there. I've never seen this coming and I never expected this after all that had happened from a couple of months ago. I thought everything was going alright, that everything I have worked for and cultivated over the months will finally bear fruit. I've never imagined that something like this will change everything; that this kind of happening would alter the current "US". I thought that everything is perfect. I thought he finally accepted me, that he is willing to risk the chances and be with me. I thought that we are going to have a chance in this relationship but, I'm wrong. So wrong, I haven't seen this coming. Now, Gabriel's beyond my reach; a billion miles away. He's so cold, so rude. He doesn't care, nor would he even care what happens to me. He's now back to being an insensitive jerk like he was a year ago. He had shut himself off not only from me but to the world, also. He's back to that shell of a man he once was. Gone is the one I have fallen the most. Gone is he, to the deepest of the earth. I know that he's not going to come back, but I'm still hoping. I am waiting for him to fight and resurrect - give me his smiles, those smoldering looks that feel as though he is holding me. he'll cuddle me in, peppering kisses and he'll hug me to death. Too much wishful thinking it is for I know that it's not likely to happen. We've had so many fights these days that I thought about giving up. It has been five months now since his father's passing. It shattered me to think that he blames me for it. He thought that it was my family who plotted the murder of his father. I thought it will change when we already found who the killer was but as the days passed, he chose to forget my presence. He dwells more on his grief and neglects the fact that he has a wife to lean upon. I'm nothing in his eyes. Sometimes, in a mere second, his cold mask is gone and he'll smile at me, but as fast as it came, is as fast as it fades. He'll give me that poker face again and let me suffer into oblivion. I don't understand why he blamed me for it. I didn't do anything wrong for him to suspect me and if it is his only excuse to make me guilty and leave him, that will never happen. I really missed him and even though he's so cold to me, I still love him. I lost track of seconds, hours turning to days, days transitioning to nights. Those memories we've had from the past few months faded in the background and my lips trembled as I tried so hard to hold unto them. I twisted my body and stared up at the ceiling, my thoughts running. He always made me feel alone and empty every time he leaves. I frown. it would have been nice to have some company. A small smile tug at my lips and the feeling it brought me is so bizarre for I haven't felt this happy before. He won't like the idea of it but I decided right then and there that I want something he doesn't want. I'm determined to have my way. I would do it one way or another.

Chapter 2

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