Prologue: Fatal Encounter
Antipolo, Rizal; July 2015
It was raining hard that night. The sky is weeping and so is he. Who would have thought his life would turn upside-down in a blink of an eye. Vincent Tan disregarded his mom’s reprimands, storming his gray Ducati SuperSport on the slippery cobblestone pavements of his father’s once glorious villa’s driveway.
His father, Vicente Tan, was a man of power and authority. However, he was close to him than he is with his mom. He knew that his father has built this villa for him, knowing his love for races. His father has also constructed a thousand-kilometer off-road race track for his only son. Whenever they get a chance, they would spend their weekends here, away from the city, and his ill-mannered mom. His father had sponsored a lot of racing tournaments and had even held some himself.
Thanks to his father’s upbringing, he has grown into a wonderful man himself, despite having a selfish and sophomaniac mom. She would often reprimand him whenever she sees him getting his hands on his bike, the reason why he and his dad would often go on secret weekend trips and races.
That’s the thing he loved about his father, no matter how hectic he was in his marketing business, he made sure he’d make time for him. That would also be the one thing he’d miss about him the most. Now he’s left him alone, with his mom. The thing is, he ironically died in a car accident in the city when he didn’t even catch a single wound whenever they were on a race on the rough roads of this petty town.
If only his mom had let him, he would have gone with him this weekend, his father could have lived if only his mom hasn’t stopped them. Now, it’s too late for regrets. All he could ever do is point his fingers at his mom, and let her suffer. He didn’t bother to wear his helmet, why would he? If he'd succeed tonight, she’ll suffer more for the rest of her life. He looked up at the sky instead of the road in front of him. It’s as if the gods were giving him their consent, allowing him to officially end his life in this perfect weather for his plan. He could feel his bike shudders at the muddy road provided for him as he rode on the downward slope his father would often warn him not to go into.
He could almost see the emptiness he would fall into when suddenly he saw another motorbike swiftly going towards him. It happened so fast that he didn’t even manage to think if he’d stop or push through. It seems like the gods have another plan themselves, he doesn't even need a cliff for goodness sake. He was dazzled by the oncoming headlights, it was too late when he realized he was thrown sideways, falling on the hard and muddy ground.
He felt his rib cracked but he got lucky he missed the large rock sitting inches away from him. He saw both motorbikes hit the large shade of what looked like a rosewood before both of their engines spluttered. He groaned as he tried to sit up looking for the rider who tried to kill him. He managed to stand and limped towards the cliff and found a beautiful woman on the edge of the cliff, hanging and holding on to dear life.
Though he seems reluctant, he stretched his hands to the woman who changed his fate. The same woman who's about to change his heart.
