like him, huh?" She teased.
"He sure is. Zoey's a great guy. I'm sure of that," I began tasting the meal that was served. Sheryl seemed to call for someone. Then, a woman in a sophisticated red dress walked to our table.
"Hi!" She greeted with a classy tone. Such voice imitating the wealthy baroness I often see in London soap operas.
"Rachel, she's Catherine. Remember?" Sheryl said. I stared at her trying to remember who she was. Then I remembered.
"Oh! You! Nice to meet you." I exclaimed with sarcasm but I tried to hide it. Now I know her. She was the one who claimed that she and Zeih were dating back in college.
Of course I almost freaked out that time. Good thing Zeih told me that it wasn't true. Eventually Catherine started bullying me just because Zeih often went me. My university days would have been like hell if it weren’t for Zeih. Back then, I only knew that the safest place on earth was in his arms.
"Rachel!" Catherine snapped. I immediately got out of my momentary trance and remembered my son. I stood and left them. Sheryl tried to stop me but I kept going.
Zeih never left me – I am the one who left him. I think it’s because I was too shocked about what happened. But I was wrong for leaving him and not even thinking how he would feel.
I continued walking around the hall, worried where Zoey might have gone to. I found myself in the parking lot. I gasped. I heard Zoey's voice. He was laughing and it seems like he was playing with someone. Then I heard another voice. It was familiar yet I think it sounded strange. I slowly walked towards them.
“Mom!” Zoey said when he bumped into me.
“Sorry, honey. Are you okay?” I hugged him.
"Mom! I want you to meet someone! This guy is awesome!" Zoey said as he pulled me towards the man. I immediately felt numb inside. I can feel my son's hands on mine though my body felt cold as stone.
I can forget him. But not all of him. His face. His eyes. I always see them through my son. And I know the real one would definitely make me cry.
"Rachel." His voice was soft yet it paralyzed me from the heart.
It was Zeih. He seemed taller than I remembered. But I knew it was still the same man me before. Tears started to fall – maybe because I missed him so much or perhaps I was angry at myself – or maybe both.
"Y-you, recognize me," I stuttered. That, I believe, is the dumbest thing to say in epic history. But hey, I said it. It was the geekiest thing to say–but hey, I said it; suck it up and move on, right?
"Of course I did,” replied Zeih as if not knowing how to take my reaction to his presence. “You just removed your nerdy eye glasses and curled your hair a bit. Nothing much has changed," he answered.
I took a long hard look at him and then I noticed his smile. If this was what having a heart attack was like, then maybe I already died two minutes ago. My heart skipped a few beats. Okay, so I’m still alive – at least to some degree. Why didn’t I notice that smile before? Wait a minute; did he get Photoshopped or something? That smile is too gorgeous. He patted Zoey's head. I began to grin like a little girl who just found a new favorite toy.
"Your son?" He asked. That broke the internal monologue I was having just a moment ago. I could swear I heard tires screeching to an abrupt halt somewhere.
"Uh, yes. That’s Zoey, he’s my son" My heart was pounding so fast I could barely put one word after another.
"He's a good boy." He messed Zoey’s hair and smiled at him.
"Y-yes." I said.
"We have a lot in common." He said. My mind told me that things were quickly turning out for the worst. My heart was telling me that this is where we belonged.
A lot of things ran through my mind. Now there’s no stopping the flood of tears from my eyes. This is the result of holding on to those tears for many
"He sure is. Zoey's a great guy. I'm sure of that," I began tasting the meal that was served. Sheryl seemed to call for someone. Then, a woman in a sophisticated red dress walked to our table.
"Hi!" She greeted with a classy tone. Such voice imitating the wealthy baroness I often see in London soap operas.
"Rachel, she's Catherine. Remember?" Sheryl said. I stared at her trying to remember who she was. Then I remembered.
"Oh! You! Nice to meet you." I exclaimed with sarcasm but I tried to hide it. Now I know her. She was the one who claimed that she and Zeih were dating back in college.
Of course I almost freaked out that time. Good thing Zeih told me that it wasn't true. Eventually Catherine started bullying me just because Zeih often went me. My university days would have been like hell if it weren’t for Zeih. Back then, I only knew that the safest place on earth was in his arms.
"Rachel!" Catherine snapped. I immediately got out of my momentary trance and remembered my son. I stood and left them. Sheryl tried to stop me but I kept going.
Zeih never left me – I am the one who left him. I think it’s because I was too shocked about what happened. But I was wrong for leaving him and not even thinking how he would feel.
I continued walking around the hall, worried where Zoey might have gone to. I found myself in the parking lot. I gasped. I heard Zoey's voice. He was laughing and it seems like he was playing with someone. Then I heard another voice. It was familiar yet I think it sounded strange. I slowly walked towards them.
“Mom!” Zoey said when he bumped into me.
“Sorry, honey. Are you okay?” I hugged him.
"Mom! I want you to meet someone! This guy is awesome!" Zoey said as he pulled me towards the man. I immediately felt numb inside. I can feel my son's hands on mine though my body felt cold as stone.
I can forget him. But not all of him. His face. His eyes. I always see them through my son. And I know the real one would definitely make me cry.
"Rachel." His voice was soft yet it paralyzed me from the heart.
It was Zeih. He seemed taller than I remembered. But I knew it was still the same man me before. Tears started to fall – maybe because I missed him so much or perhaps I was angry at myself – or maybe both.
"Y-you, recognize me," I stuttered. That, I believe, is the dumbest thing to say in epic history. But hey, I said it. It was the geekiest thing to say–but hey, I said it; suck it up and move on, right?
"Of course I did,” replied Zeih as if not knowing how to take my reaction to his presence. “You just removed your nerdy eye glasses and curled your hair a bit. Nothing much has changed," he answered.
I took a long hard look at him and then I noticed his smile. If this was what having a heart attack was like, then maybe I already died two minutes ago. My heart skipped a few beats. Okay, so I’m still alive – at least to some degree. Why didn’t I notice that smile before? Wait a minute; did he get Photoshopped or something? That smile is too gorgeous. He patted Zoey's head. I began to grin like a little girl who just found a new favorite toy.
"Your son?" He asked. That broke the internal monologue I was having just a moment ago. I could swear I heard tires screeching to an abrupt halt somewhere.
"Uh, yes. That’s Zoey, he’s my son" My heart was pounding so fast I could barely put one word after another.
"He's a good boy." He messed Zoey’s hair and smiled at him.
"Y-yes." I said.
"We have a lot in common." He said. My mind told me that things were quickly turning out for the worst. My heart was telling me that this is where we belonged.
A lot of things ran through my mind. Now there’s no stopping the flood of tears from my eyes. This is the result of holding on to those tears for many
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