Beginning
"Have you heard the latest Vlog from Nigel Cruz? He bravely said that the famous businessman, Alonti Montreal is a gay!"
The people around that table gasp after hearing what the girl said.
"That couldn't be! I mean, Mr. Montreal is too handsome to be a gay. A lot of women are dreaming of being laid by him, gosh!"
Another girl spoke with very much disagreement with the first girl' s statements.
"But, there's a possibility that that issue is true. When was the last time ever since Alonti got involved with a woman? I think it was 5 to 6 years ago? And that dating news wasn't even confirmed!"
" That's true! Gosh. Once everyone knows the truth, I'm sure that's a BIG HEADLINE!" the other girl responded which caught my attention.
They're right. I've been hearing Alonti Montreal's name for how many years, and all I know is that he is a billionaire and runs a hotel business, one that he generated from his parents.
I wasn't amazed by that man since I don't idolize people who just got their wealth through their parents' success, not theirs.
It is the reason why I kept on trying to be successful on being an influencer. It is my dream to just do what my hobby is, and slowly recognized by other people. I want creating contents that will inspire them and also prove to my parents that vlogging is a good career, that it is not just a waste of time.
I took my phone out and then searched for Alonti Montreal's name on the search engine. A lot of photos came out—well, he's a famous one since he's rich. That's understandable.
I saw one photo which caught my attention. He's sitting inside a black sports car, the window is half-opened, and there's a silhouette of man in his side. The photo screams issue, a social issue that a lot of people cannot accept. As if, it's that bad.
The corner of my lips slowly rise. "Do not worry, I will reveal your secrets but I'll make sure that it will cause people to accept the real you, Alonti Montreal," I said as ideas and scenes entered my mind.
THAT NIGHT was so vivid in my mind, that up until now, I couldn't help not to laugh. I'm so gross to think that way before and then look at me now.
"You love him, do you?" Marga asked me while we're unpacking my clothes. We just arrived at their private beach resort in Puerto Galera for a vacation. Marga is my best friend since high school, and she knows everything about me—both positive and negative.
I looked at her before gulping hard. "Yeah. There's not doubt in that," I answered. I took a heavy sigh before continuing what I was doing, when I found a piece of paper in a bag full of my clothes. I took it out and immediately opened it for checking.
I cannot remember that I put a paper inside this bag when I was preparing my things.
The paper was folded in half, and I found a note inside.
I will never cry again because of you, Alonti. Under the sea of stars, I swear that with my life.
My hand trembled after reading the note that I, myself, wrote months ago. I can still vividly remember how I cried that night, how unstable my tears we're and how hard it was for me to survive because of the heaviness I was feeling deep inside of me.
I thought I couldn't pass those months, but look at where am I now. Peacefully having a vacation, leaving everything behind. Even Alonti.
