Stay albie
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Weeks had passed when my stepmother made a decision—I was to marry a wealthy old man named Enchong. I agreed, not because I wanted to, but because I thought it was the only way to forget Albie and erase him from my heart.
As the wedding preparations were being made, I found myself just going along with everything. I had no opinions, no protests—I simply agreed to whatever Enchong wanted, even though deep inside, I despised it. Most of the time, I just stared blankly into space, lost in my thoughts. The wedding was rushed. They said it was for my own good, so I could move on quickly.
Three days.
That was all I had before I was to become Enchong’s wife. And on the morning of my wedding day, I was choosing the dress I would wear when I overheard him speaking.
With an arrogant smirk, he said, "What do you even want? Why are you so quiet? Didn’t you want to marry me?"
I just looked at him, my face blank, my heart empty.
Then, he leaned closer, his voice dripping with mockery. "You better keep quiet. I’m marrying you so you can have the life you want. I’m your ticket to success. You’re nothing but a gold-digger."
His words hit me harder than I expected. My hands clenched into fists, and for the first time in weeks, I felt something other than numbness.
Anger.
I stared into his eyes, searching for even a sliver of kindness—but there was none. His words triggered something in me, something I had tried to bury deep inside. I snapped.
Without thinking, I kicked him, hard, making him stumble back in shock. And then, I ran.
I ran as fast as I could, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. My wedding dress flowed behind me as I raced towards the shore. Tears streamed down my face, but I didn’t care.
I had made a mistake.
I needed to find Albie.
When I finally reached the shore, my breath caught in my throat. The boat carrying Albie was already far, drifting in the middle of the vast sea. He was leaving.
I fell to my knees, sobbing. "Albie!" I screamed, but my voice was lost in the sound of the waves.
From a distance, I saw his parents watching me. They said nothing, only staring before they turned and left, as if I were nothing to them.
On the boat, Albie was talking to his uncle, unaware of what was happening. But then, as he glanced towards the shore, he saw me—crying, desperate, in my wedding dress.
His eyes widened. "Stop the boat!" he shouted, pushing past the other passengers.
His uncle tried to hold him back. "Albie, don’t be foolish. Let her go!"
But he fought against their grip, his voice breaking. "Sir, please! Turn the boat around! I need to go back! Please, have mercy on me!"
But the boat did not stop.
It continued forward, carrying him away from me.
And I stood there, helpless, watching as the love of my life disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving me behind with nothing but regret.
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But then, suddenly, everyone gasped. The crowd erupted into shouts, their voices filled with panic and disbelief.
Albie’s younger sibling screamed, "Brother jumped into the sea!"
Shock spread through the people watching. Everyone thought he didn’t know how to swim. But what they didn’t know was that back in school, Albie used to compete in swimming contests—he was the fastest, always winning first place. It had always been his dream.
I watched in awe, my heart pounding as I saw him in the water. He had really jumped.
"Baby, be careful!" I cried out, my voice trembling. "Hurry, please! I’m sorry for everything I said! Please, be careful!"
But he was already swimming toward me—fast, determined, as if nothing could stop him.
Despite being in the middle of the sea, he closed the distance in just a few minutes. His strokes were powerful, his determination unwavering.
And then, finally, he reached me.
The moment he stood in front of me, I threw myself into his arms, and he pulled me close. We clung to each other tightly, as if afraid that letting go would mean losing each other again.
Tears streamed down our faces as we sobbed like children.
"I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry for what I said," I choked out, my voice breaking. "I can’t live without you. I don’t want a life without you in it."
Albie cupped my face, his eyes filled with emotion. He leaned in, and for the first time in what felt like forever, we kissed—deeply, desperately, as if trying to make up for all the lost time.
Around us, the people who had gathered watched in stunned silence. His parents stood nearby, their expressions dark, full of disapproval. But before they could say anything, an older neighbor shook his head and chuckled.
"There’s nothing you can do. That’s love for you," he said with a knowing smile. "Haven’t you ever felt this way when you were young?"
And so, while everyone else watched—some in dismay, others in amusement—Albie and I stood there, holding each other tightly, crying and laughing at the same time.
Because in that moment, nothing else mattered.
We had found our way back to each other.
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But in the end, his parents couldn’t do anything.
They saw the way we held onto each other, the way we cried, the way we refused to let go. Maybe they realized that no matter what they did, nothing could break us apart.
And so, they finally accepted me.
It wasn’t easy at first, but over time, they saw how much we truly loved each other. They saw how happy we were together, how we fought for our love despite everything that tried to keep us apart.
Now, Albie and I are happier than ever.
We live every day grateful that we chose each other, that we didn’t let anything or anyone take away what we had.
Because in the end, love always finds its way.
And we found ours.
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