LA ISLAS MONTE CARLO

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are only the product from the author's imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person, living or dead or any actual events are purely coincidental. In addition to, this fiction is UNEDITED, please expect a lot of typo graphical errors and grammatical errors. I will love to hear your comments. Thank you and enjoy reading! @LA ISLAS MONTE CARLO 2021 FOREWORD "Pakiulit?" Tila wala sa sariling sambit ni Ysabella sa huling sinabi ng kanyang boyfriend. Ilang ulit pa siyang kumurap at kunot-noong nakatingin sa lalaki. Without second thoughts, he sighed and said, "I said, we're done. I'm breaking up with you." As if not convince by his words, her lips trembled. "Why?" She's entitled to ask for that word, isn't she? So why did he shake his head, as if she were saying confusing words? He was the one who confused her. "Why?" She asks again, but with more firmness this time. Hindi siya tinignan ng dating nobyo na ngayon ay tila isang estranghero sa kanyang harap. Ni hindi niya maramdaman kung may simpatya ba ito sa kanya. Kung alam ba nitong unti-unting nadudurog ang puso niya? "I—" He seems to be thinking of the right words to say. But is there a right word? "I just can't do this. I want to do things that I want." That must have been the most pointless reason she had ever heard that day. "And you can't do them without breaking up with me?" Her voice was surprisingly calm, she expected herself to lash out and slap him. Again, for the third time, he sighs, "Yes." The finality from his voice almost prompt her to just cry her heart out. But his expression prevented her tears from falling. How could someone look so calm, cruel, careless and inconsiderate while breaking up with someone whom he shared a relationship with for three years? Without thinking of the consequences, her mouth opens up to voice her thoughts. "Did you ever love me?" Her eyes were wide, she wasn't supposed to ask him that. It was supposed to be just on her head. His expression remained. As if their conversation was nothing. He seemed even... bored. "You don't want to ask that." His voice was flat. The warmth was now clearly gone. But she's stubborn, "Yes, yes I do." He looked out through the glass wall of the coffee shop they're in. Cars and busy people were bustling down the streets. "I don't know." It's worse than saying no. How can you not know if you love the person you shared both laughter and tears for three years? Was it too much to ask? "Okay." She whispered before she picked up her bag and left. A brunette and petite woman entered the door as she was leaving. She wasn't supposed to look back, but she still did. Something was telling her to do so. And now, she wishes she hadn't. She saw as the woman looked around obviously looking for a certain person in the room. She saw how Cedrick, her now ex-boyfriend, stood up and smiled cheerfully at the woman. How his eyes met hers as they both hug each other and exchange cheek kisses. She didn't know why she was hurting inside. Is it normal? She's never been broken before, is that how you must feel? Is that why some people would choose drugs and alcohol? She clung to her handbag tightly as she bit the inside of her left cheek until it hurts, just to compare the pain. It's too much for her. The betrayal was clearer than her eyesight as tears filled up and threatened to fall from the corner of her eyes. With one last glance, she rebuffed her curiosity and scurried away. "Sorry." She dismissively said as she clumsily bumped someone. She was walking so fast that she didn't bother to look at the man's pair of curious and confused silver eyes as she hustled away.