Azil (COMPLETE)

CHAPTER X: A Final Goodbye

I didn’t know that being in love would hurt so much…

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The next day I thought Milena’s not going to attend our class again. I sighed in relief as I saw her sneakily made her entrance at the back door of our classroom. The lecture already started, and I silently prayed that our teacher hadn’t noticed her presence. I was confused on why she switched places with our guy classmate. I looked at her and I’m glad to see that her scratches were fading and that she looked well rested. Milena caught me staring and I smiled at her. I miss her so much!

She skipped our next class, so I decided to search for her. I need to talk to her and explain my side. I found her leaving the library. I gently pulled her at a dark corner and whispered, “I miss you.” She removed my hand away from her, sat on the floor and gave me an icy glare. I leaned closer to give her a hug, to feel her warmth again buts she flinched at my sudden action. I wanted to run off and let out a wail.

I knelt in front of her and opened my bag to show her that I retrieve her paper roses. She gave me a questioning look and I explained that I get it back after my ‘friends’ walked away. I also told her that I went to their house twice just to check up on her, but I got scared. I also told her the reason why I started to ignore her. I hugged her, but she pushed me away. I want her to understand what I’m feeling but she’s so mad at me that she chose not to hear anything I need to say to her.

When she’s about to leave me behind, I held her arm and said, “Please, Mimi… baby... I’m sorry…” Tears started to fall from my eyes when she slowly removed my hand and walked away without looking back. There’s something different about her--- she’s completely changed into a cold one and it hurts like hell! I couldn’t feel her love for me anymore. I ran and let my feet dragged me into the place where we first kissed, under the mango tree where I became officially hers. But now, I mean nothing to her.

The next few days, my father introduced me to one of his investor’s eldest son. Dad told me to start dating this guy named, PJ a.k.a Mr. Ugly Arrogant Face. He’s a sophomore in college and taking a course in Architecture. My parents thought that he’s already the perfect match for me. He acts like a goody two shoes whenever our parents were around but in truth, he’s the complete opposite of the word ‘gentleman’ and he’s nothing compared to my Milena.

"When will you get your own car, Azil? I'm getting tired of driving you every day from your house to your school and vice versa. I’m being your sweet boyfriend but I’m not getting any special service from you.", Mr. Ugly went into a rant after we arrived at the school’s parking lot.

He’s all about being a good ‘boyfriend’ and he tried to touch my face, but I swatted his hands. I am also annoyed because he called me Azil. He thought it was my common nickname because he saw one of Milena’s gift to me, a keychain with Azil on it. Milena loves to reverse the letters of the names of someone’s dear to her, like Frincez, she calls her Zec.

“FYI! We’re not a couple! Try to touch me again with those filthy hands of yours and I’ll cut them! And I’m not the one who told you to be my designated driver every day! I am capable of walking for forty minutes! You’re just doing what our parents wants you to do! Also, it’s Eliza! Never call me Azil or your dead! Are we clear?”, I said and glared at him. He nodded, and I slammed the door of his car as I got out. I’m so done with this jerk! I went to class, determined to find a new boy toy who could pretend my latest lover.

On our graduation day, I silently hoped that Milena would talk to me again but she’s nowhere to be found. I understand that she hated me, but I still wanted her to know how much I love her. I went home with my loving parents. Dad came home as he promised. At our house, they set up a small family gathering at our garden. I chortled at the scene of having them beside me, all proud and happy--- like I wished since I was six, but then I graduated with a heavy heart because I lost the most important person in my life. Am I too selfish to think that I could have them all?