It was a rainy day when I first met him. I was down at the bar, drinking red wine while listening at the slow music that was played by a band. I was in fourth year college, and a Bio major. I was thinking of becoming a writer as well so I took up Literature class. I'm having a hard time writing stories that time… I guess I was too scatterbrained for these things. The project was about writing a story on love or romance. I'm really ok on death stories… since, it was my nature to and I guess I read too much tragic stories. Oh well, I'm not into romance, so I'm trying to figure something out. I sighed at the empty paper staring infront of me with a black-inked HBW 2000 ballpen in my hand. I put the writing material and stared at the glass of red wine.

The door just opened. A familiar looking man walked in, his black hair shaking lightly every time he moved. He looked like he came from a date, since he was all dressed in formal clothes. He looked sad. His eyes were deep brown, full of sadness in them. His soft lips formed a frown. His fair-skinned face was smothered by sadness. He sat down next to me and ordered the bartender for 3 cups of tequila. He drank them all in a few seconds and looked down, with all the sadness plastered in his face. My light-brown eyes stared at him, my right fair-skinned finger brushed of the brown hair from my face. He looked up and turned his head toward me, as if he caught me staring at him. Our eyes locked for moments later until his eyes widened. He pointed an index finger at me.

"I know you!" he exclaimed, "You're that girl in BIOLOGY CLASS! You're Cathen Something…" he trailed on, trying to remember what my name was.

"Catherine Ramos." I said flatly, "Not Cathen Something." He laughed, his cheeks flushed in shades of red.

"Oh, sorry Catherine." He apologized, "I'm sure you know me, right? The famous handsome man at school?" he wiggled his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes.

"No. Never." I dead-panned, "Come to think of it, I never saw you nor met you, you playboy." His reaction never changed as he kept on laughing.

"Now, now, sweetheart." He placed a hand on my shoulder, "Don't be so rude to a guy you never met. Loosen up will ya?" I sneered as I shook his hand away with my arm.

"Don't go harassing me, you asshole or I'll crush your testicles." I threatened him but he kept teasing me.

"Such a feisty woman." He stretched out a hand. I grabbed his arm and twisted it. He tried not to shout in pain.

"Let go, Let go, Let go…" he pleaded, "I'll stop." I smirked in victory and let go of his arm. He sighed in deep satisfaction as he massaged the place I damaged. "Damn…" he cursed, "You may look fragile but in reality, you're gracefully strong." I huffed.

"Looks are deceiving, pervert." He chuckled softly as I continued to drink my glass of wine. He smirked.

"Well, it's not an everyday thing to meet a feisty woman like you." He said, "Have you ever dated before?" I stayed silent, ignoring the question while staring at the now empty glass I have in my hands. I felt him gaze at me but I still said nothing.

"You don't like dating?" he asked another question (although it still involved with dating). I sighed.

"No, I don't…" I muttered in reply, not looking away from the empty glass infront of me.

"Well, that's because you never dated before." He guessed and I looked up at him with wide eyes. He smirked once again.

"I'm right, aren't i?" he said, "You should go out with me." I arched an eyebrow.

"Why?" I asked. He rolled his eyes as if I asked a rhetorical question.

"Well, for experience!" he exclaimed, "DUH!"

"Tch…" I said, "Like I have the time to."

"Well… I'm sure you have the time. Why not we'll have the date on Saturday?" I snorted.

"That's not going to happen, Dumbo." I insulted him though he never felt offended, "I have A LOT of plans for Saturday and FYI…? I don't even know who you are or what you are… so I'm not dating you, whether you're a nice guy or a sick, popular jerk." I got up and was about ot head towards the door but grabbed my hand. I glared at him and snatched my hand away from his.

"Give me a chance…" he pleaded. I sighed.

"And why?" asked I.

"Because… I don't know… I just want to know you that's all." He replied unsurely. I sighed once more. He's not going to let go of me… so I have no choice…

"Alright…" I breathed the answer, "I'll go out with you… but only once ok?" he nodded.

"What's your name, though?" I asked. He smiled triumphantly.

"Raymond Santos…"


Why did I do this again…? And here I was, staring at the mirror, fixing my brown hair in a tight ponytail. I was wearing a green shirt with designs on it and blue jeans. I wasn't wearing any accessories since… I don't have the time to buy any and I didn't put on make-up since… I hate make-up. And why did I do this again? I wonder why I keep asking myself that…

"Make sure you absolutely call me after this date!" his voice tinkled in my head. I felt my eye twitch lightly as I heard the doorbell rang. I sighed. This is my first date but I have a feeling that I don't want to screw this up even if I dislike dates… I guess I'm just used to doing my in things I like and dislike. I sighed once more as I walked towards the front door and opened it. Damn…

"Hey." Raymond greeted as he waved a hand at my irked face, "You don't look so good today. What's up?" I sighed. I'm not used to dates. I didn't look at him straight in the eye.

"You're not used to dates." He plainly voiced out my unspeakable thoughts. I looked at him with wide eyes. How does he know that…?

"Trust me." He said, "I've been there before. When I was supposed to go out on a blind date, I was so nervous!" he sighed. In the inside, I feel like rolling my eyes right now. How does that even help!? I mean, we're not going on a blind date, since I know who my date is! I looked at what he was wearing (I have been staring at his face for quite a while). It was all casual. He noticed my stare and so, he grabbed my hand and we walked towards his car.

"Let's go." He decided, "But…" he turned to me, "Where shall we go first?"

"Hmmm…" I breathed, as I went in his car, "A mall…?" he arched his eyebrow. I noticed this look.

"What?" I asked.

"A mall?" he echoed, "A mall? Are you kidding me?" I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry." I apologized sarcastically, "I don't go to dates. I'm pretty surprised that you practically remembered that." He made a silent 'oh'.

"Sorry…" he apologized, "I forgot." I sighed.

"It's ok, Raymond." I forgave him. Silence dawned on us as he drove away from my lonely home. I sighed and drifted off into a deep sleep… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

"OI!" I heard a voice but all I could see was darkness.

"Hey!" a voice echoed in my mind, "Wake up!" I tried to see where the voice was but all I could see was darkness.

"Cathy!" I heard a familiar voice somewhere but all I saw was darkness…

"Catherine!" I heard my mom's voice but the only thing I could see was darkness…

"Sweetheart!" Dad's voice called out to me but the only thing I could still see is darkness.

"CATHERINE!" My eyes shot wide open. All I could see were dark-brown eyes…

"Raymond…?" I breathed the caller's name right in an instant. I got up and found myself sitting on soft green grass. Raymond was still staring at me with concern in his eyes. "Where are we?" I asked as I stood up while Raymond was holding my hand. He let go of it.

"Someplace special…" he replied, "During my first date, which is not a blind date, I was never able to bring my girlfriend here… she was so persuasive and bossy most of the time… she wanted to go to the mall and other restaurants." He gave a tired sigh.

"Is there anything else to say?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Let's go." And those were the last words he ever said for now…

We have been walking for hours, talking about nonsense.

"Damn…" I breathed, "Where exactly are we going?" Raymond continued to look straight ahead while walking. He never looks tired, though.

"Somewhere that's very nice and very special." That's the only thing he would ever say to me. I sighed. Now why exactly did I agree to go on this date again… Oh. That's right. Because he asked me out to give him a chance. A chance for WHAT exactly? I could still remember his sad eyes before… maybe it was because of his girlfriend. Is he trying to forget her? I don't know… and I don't even want to know since it's none of my business anyway… and why is he being nice to me all of a sudden? He was being an ass yesterday and now he's… sweet…? What the heck is with him?

"We're here." His voice stopped my thoughts. I was looking down the whole time. I looked up to see what it was. My eyes gleamed at what I saw.

"A waterfall!" I exclaimed. Water was rushing through and I could feel the warm breezed tickle my cheek. I smiled at the sight of the water as I rushed to wash my hands with it. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Raymond asked. I looked up to him and nodded.

"Have you been in this place before?" I asked. He turned to stare at my light-brown eyes with his dark brown ones.

"Yes…" he replied and went to stare at the waterfall again, "My father used to take me to this place…" he never stopped staring at the waterfall. "We would make idle talks to one another and play around the waterfall…" he trailed off, not knowing what to say next. I tilted my head in curiosity.

"7 years old…" he replied, still staring at the water flowing down to the river.

"Oh…" I breathed, "Let's come again some time…" he looked at me and our eyes locked for a moment. He, then, smiled softly.

"Yes… that would be great…"


I really don't know Raymond's true self. Not at all. During Biology class, he would flirt with me and tell me how pretty I was. And the in Chemistry class, he was all so sweet to me, helping me with my seatwork. Oh and I forgot… are we actually friends? After the date that happened three months ago, he started approaching me and talk about random things like "Did you know this cool actress that just arrived the country…" and so on and on and on… DAMN… what's with him?! I don't understand! Wait… I don't even understand men! Argh! Here I was, finishing homework during lunch while Raymond sat beside me, eating.

"You know…" he stopped chewing and gulped the food down to his throat, "My mother was never a nice woman… not at all… she ordered me all the time. The only people who understood me was my sister and my dad… my mom left the household for another man without saying another word to us… it was hard for Dad because he loved my mom very much even when she didn't love him back. Even for sis, because she loved mom as a mother, not just as a woman. But for me…" he shook his head as he continued on, "Not for me… I was a bit happy that she left for good but… I pity Dad…" Raymond sighed.

"He really did love her very much…" he trailed off, "I don't understand. Why did he have to love her when she never loved him back…? Am I an accident…? Are Lisa and I accidents…? I don't know… I don't know…" I looked up to see that he was staring at his now empty plate.

"He was in deep depression after that…" he continued, "Don't know what happened with him when he ended up in the mental hospital…" he sighed as my eyes showed pity on him.

"Why are you telling me all this…?" I asked him quietly. He looked at me with those depressed dark brown eyes.

"I'm not sure…" he replied, "I'll tell you another time. Finish you homework." I sighed and looked down at the unfinished paper I had. Yeah… I don't understand Raymond at all…


"What's that on your left arm?" he asked as he stared at my burnt scar on my left arm. I sighed.

"Why do you ask?" I inquired. His eyes blinked with full curiosity on the burnt mark.

"I noticed it lying there ever since I met you." He replied, "Is that a scar that was caused by fire?" I sighed once more. We were sitting on the soft grass at the backyard of my home. It was Saturday afternoon when he decided to visit me during the Christmas break.

"It's a secret." I said, "I'm not telling you." And I looked away from his handsome face. I could tell he was giving a worried face again.

"Why not?" he asked, "I'm doing my best so that you know something about me." Well, yes, that is true. He told me his story about his mother and when she left home. After that, he never talked about his past. He only told me his hobbies like climbing trees, swimming, watching TV and his most favorite hobby of all… is sleeping.

"Yes… it was because of the fire I got this scar…" I muttered.

"Huh…?" he breathed, "What happened…?" I stayed silent, still not looking at him in the eye but I felt his hand on my scar.

"Tell me about it…" he pleaded. I sighed.

"Fire caused this… and destroyed my old home…" I said, "Fire destroyed everything. My possessions, my studies, my books… and my family… it took everything away from me. And now, I'm here, living with my aunt…" and I had nothing to say at that moment because he hugged me tightly, wrapping his arms around my waist. I gasped quietly as he placed his chin on one of my shoulders, not once letting go of me. I placed my hands on his arm and laid my head on his head. I didn't know why I just did that but I had the very touchy feeling that I should trust him and so I nuzzled my head against his as he squeezed my waist tighter.

"Where's your aunt…?" he asked. I sighed. He was never going to give up and I guess I shouldn't give up on him.

"She's in Saudi Arabia, working…" I replied in a silent tone. The sun stared past us as the wind tickled slightly against our cheeks, making the atmosphere a bit colder than it used to be.

"I think we should go inside." I suggested. I felt him smile at me as we both let go of each other and got up to head towards the back door.

"Yes…" he agreed, "lets…"


"Raymond…" I whispered his name softly. We were walking around the same place Raymond brought me during our first date. We weren't at the waterfall anymore, so we spent our time exploring.

"Yes…?" he replied, staring at the trees infront of him while we kept on walking.

"Am I your friend…?" I asked. He stopped walking. I did as well and our eyes locked again for moment that had passed.

"Yes…" he held my hand, "you are my friend, sweetheart…" I felt my eye twitch again at the word, 'sweetheart'. I slapped his arm.

"Now don't you dare call me sweetheart, Raymond!" I scolded him, "How many times do I have to tell you that?" he chuckled under his warm breathe. I kept glaring at him while he was at laughter. Still, I didn't understand why he was like that.

"What?" I asked. Chuckles turned to laughter.

"What?" I asked louder while his laughs roared higher.

"Will you please stop laughing and tell me what is with you?!" I shouted my question right at his face. We were inches apart and I can feel his warm breathe when he stopped laughing. He patted my head.

"It's nothing." He assured me with a goofy grin on his face, "You just cheered me up, that's all." We continued walking in pleasant silence. I glanced at Raymond. He was staring at the trees infront of him. He's so concentrated. It's been a year ever since we met. I was now in the field of Medicine! I just hope my dreams would come true! Raymond, as well, took Medicine. We're in the same class. Even if we're so far away or we're together, it felt like… it didn't matter. Even if I'm so irked by his own childishness, it didn't matter. What mattered most was… that he was happy… I think he was happy… I think he's happy since he has a girlfriend now… her name is Maria Clara. She and Raymond just met by the grocery store. And then now, they're all lovey dovey to each other. I sighed at that thought… but as long as he's happy, I'm happy. Although… she was never a nice person to me. When there were times when I was with Raymond, she would completely ignore me and would start talking to him. When he wasn't there, she treated me like shit! But, as long as he's happy with Maria… then… I feel happy but… something's bothering me… why do I feel sad when they're together…? Why…? I feel that something is missing… something that… I don't know…

"Hey." Raymond's voice brought me back to the real. I looked at him with confused eyes.

"Hm…?" I breathed. He patted my shoulder with a concerned look on his face.

"Is something the matter…?" he asked. My eyes widened.

"No…" I lied, "Why…?"

"Because you're making faces again." He responded, "Are you having problems with Maria?" and there… he caught me… now, I don't know what to say… if there's only one sentence that I can say then that's…

"I'm fine…" I lied, "I'm fine, Raymond."

"Well, if you say so." He said. I smiled.

"Thanks for worrying about me, Raymond." I said, "I appreciate you kindness." HE smiled.

"You're always welcome, Catherine… Always…"


"Sing for me." Raymond commanded me one time. We were in his house, waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. It was summer break. The sun was shining brightly. I put down my book and looked at him like he asked a rhetorical question.

"Huh?" I didn't exactly listen to what he was saying, since I thought he was only joking. He rolled his eyes and repeated the statement, "Please sing for me." My eyes widened. Why does he want me to sing?

"Why?" I voiced out my thoughts.

"Because I heard from one of your cousins that you can sing." He replied. I arched an eyebrow.

"What?" I exclaimed, "When did you ask my cousins? Or did they just tell you?" Raymond stayed silent, trying to remember what happened.

"Yeah…" he replied, "They told me…" I sighed. Sometimes, I can't trust my cousins. They would always blab about things that are so non-essential to me yet that it shouldn't be told to someone else.

"But you trust me, right?" he asked as if he was pleading me. I didn't know what to say… does he really want my trust that much…? Does he really want to be friends with me that bad…? Or maybe more than that…? The first time I met him, he asked me out on a date, because he wants me to give him a chance… a chance for what…? For him to be happy again…? He never told me about his past relationships of his own or anything about love… I do trust him but… I feel a bit disappointed… is it… because that Raymond only trusts me as a friend…? Or is it something else…?

"Of course I trust you." I told him half the truth.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

"Because you never asked me about singing…" I replied, "You could've asked and I would've told you… you know… I promise I'll sing to you at a special day…" he gave a small nod and went back to staring at the ceiling. I don't want to wait for his girlfriend… I just feel a bit angry now… I have some feeling that I want to punch her… but I can't… Raymond loves her… or maybe he just WANTS her BODY… I sighed. I couldn't take it any longer. I have to leave.

I stood up from the couch, grabbed my bags and walked towards the front odor. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"I have an errands to do…" I replied as I opened the door wide open, "I might not come back." As I walked half-way out of the house, he asked, "Will you try to come back?" I turned to look at him and saw his eyes that had curiosity and a little bit of… sadness…

"I don't know…" I said and turned my back on him, "Besides you're waiting for your girlfriend. SHE'LL keep you for company… so I'll take my leave from here."

"Wait…" he whispered, but I pretended not to hear and closed the door of his home. I walked out to find a taxi to bring me home.

When I got home, nobody was there except… that there was a letter from my aunt… It read: 'Listen to your heart. Do not avoid its truth with fear, but face it with courage. If you love someone who doesn't love you back, then be happy for him… and support him… Remember Catherine… remember…" I placed the letter back on the table, tears flowed down on my face. Did I love Raymond…? All this time…? Was I too late…? Yeah…. I guess I was too late…. I hate myself… I should've known… I should've! From the first day we met to the things that happened now… I can't take it anymore… I don't know what to do… I just don't know what to do…


It's been 3 months since I started to avoid Raymond. I couldn't understand that feeling I have for him… I can't even look at him during classes and I can't sit beside him when Maria is there. So the only place I can comfortably stay is…. The bathroom. What? It's not weird to stay in the bathroom! When my childhood friend, Sasha, wanted to play when we didn't want to study, we would always bring our play things to the bathroom, and pretend we were peeing. Those were the good times back then…

Here I was, sitting on the toilet bowl, eating lunch. I didn't want to go out, for fear that Raymond would look for me…

Why do I feel scared all of a sudden? Why am I hiding from him…? Am I jealous when he and Maria are together…? I hate myself for liking Raymond… why had I not seen that?! I sighed as I finished eating my packed lunch and walked out of the bathroom. Everyone was still eating their lunch, talking to their friends and having fun. My old friends are writers so I can't meet with them nor eat with them. That's why I stay with Raymond because he's taking Medicine with me. But ever since I realized that I'm… in l***e with him, I guess I would avoid him not that he has a girlfriend. I looked around the sea of people just to see Raymond, sitting beside Maria alongside with her "friends". As he caught me staring at him, our eyes locked for moments that passed. I suddenly realized what I was doing and looked away. I continued walking out the doors of the canteen. Not once I ever looked back.


I was walking out the classroom, bringing my things with me. It was dismissal time and I was the last one to walk out of the classroom, without anyone noticing me or talking to me. I sighed. I feel lonely without Raymond now… as I walked out of the school doors, most of everyone left… a few people are passing by, saying hi to the remaining students. I guess I should take the bus on the way home.

"Hey." I turned around to see Raymond, without his girlfriend standing beside him.

"Yes…?" I should've said 'hi' but instead, I feel like he was here for a reason.

"Don't you want me to take you home…?" he asked. I shook my head.

"No thanks." I said, "I can ride a bus. Besides, it's a short ride to my home. It's not that far." I turned around to the bus stop, but he grabbed my hand and dragged me to his car. I feel butterflies in my stomach. I wonder why I didn't fight back. Was it because that I love him…?

As the car drove away from the school, silence engulfed us once more. I kept staring at my Bio book while he looked straight at the road ahead.

"You shouldn't read in the dark, you know." He began, "You'll destroy your eyes." I wonder why he needed to say that.

"It's not that dark, you know." I argued, "There are night lamps outside."

"Well, we're inside." He said, "So some of its light might not reach your eyes."

"But your car must have a light somewhere-"

"Don't even think about it." He said, while stopping my hand to look for the light switch. I shook away his hand from mine.

"But I have to do this." I pleaded, "I have other work to do."

"Then why are you going home when you have work to do?" he inquired.

"Because I need to change into working clothes." I stated the fact as if it were obvious.

"Oh…" he went speechless after that. We were crossing the intersection now. I stared at the road ahead once more. We are almost there…

"What do you want for Christmas?" Raymond asked. I wonder why he wanted to know… will he ever give me a present, perhaps… of course he will, silly Catherine. He's asking me of what I want for Christmas so he'll buy one for me.

"Anything… I guess…" I replied unsurely, since no guy ever asked me that before, "I never thought about it, anyway." And he never said anything after that. I guess it's because he's thinking of what he'll give to his girlfriend. Sorry… I'm just new to this liking thing… I hate jealousy… I don't like Maria but I don't want to hurt her because she's Raymond's girlfriend… If she weren't his, then I have a feeling that I'll take her down. I've never felt this way before… Raymond was the only person… who made me feel this way…

We reached the doorstep of my house. As I got out of his car, he said, "I'll see you tomorrow." I arched an eyebrow.

"But tomorrow is Saturday." I argued, "Why are you going to see me tomorrow?" he smirked.

"I'm taking you on a date." And those were his last words.


We were standing by the same waterfall. Again. I glanced to see Raymond staring at it again. Every time we go here, he would always make that kind of expression. He would never let his eyes wander off from the waterfall… he turned towards my direction. I assumed that he caught me staring at him. Our eyes locked for a moment.

"Where's your girlfriend?" I asked. His eyes blinked.

"There's no girlfriend here to hurt you, Catherine." He said to me, "She won't hurt you any longer…" my eyes widened. After all this time, he knew…?

"You…" I trailed off, "you knew…!" and he smiled lovingly.

"I've always known, Catherine." He said, "I could've done it directly but… I guess I needed to wait for the right time to be able to do it…" I feel like crying right now…

"And… what happened to Maria…?" I asked. He chuckled, which surprised me. How could he chuckle at this time…? Awe… he looks rather dashing when he does that… DAMN… I've got to stop myself with that…

"I dumped her." He plainly stated. My eyes widened more.

"You WHAT?" I asked, "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" he laughed louder than ever.

"I dumped her." He said the statement again. WHY?

"But WHY?!" I voiced out my thoughts, "WHY? WHY? WHY?!" even if I was the one who was being serious here, he, on the other hand, kept on laughing.

"I don't like her." He replied while trying not to laugh. If he doesn't like her, then MAYBE he loves HER!

"Then maybe YOU love HER!" I shouted out my thoughts. And this was the point when he frowned.

"I don't love her, Catherine." He said, "You know that, don't you?" particularly, I don't know that. So I shook my head, trying to understand why he did that! It's impossible for him to NOT love HER!

"But it's impossible for you NOT to lover HER!" I exclaimed, voicing out my thoughts more than once. He sighed.

"Catherine…" he said in a serious tone, "I love you."

And that's were I screamed. Everything went white.


"Cathy, let's play!" I heard Sasha's voice in the darkness, "Let's play in the bathroom!" I couldn't see her, not feel her but I could hear the sound of her voice… I remember her clearly now… with those charming green eyes and her flowing blond hair, she looks beautiful. Her lips were thin and soft and elegant as ever. She was known as a Princess in our elementary school. We played together, laughed together, cried together, alongside with my loving and strong parents. Until that day… after I had just won the Math Competition… they never came. They had a car accident… to tell you the truth, they weren't my real parents. They adopted me ever since I was little… and Sasha… poor Sasha… she never had any… it was wrong for them to die… too wrong… I hate myself…

"Catherine! Please help me bake some pie!" my mother's voice called out to me.

"Catherine, would you like some pasta? It's tasty!" my dad's voice called out to me.

"Cathy!" they were all around me…

"Catherine!" darkness is coming…

"Catherine!" I can see it…

"Cathy!" it's coming…!

"CATHERINE!" all of a sudden, a light was shining infront of me…I quickly opened my eyes to see who it called me and right now… I'm staring into someone's eyes… his deep dark brown eyes… I stared at them for a second and then…

"Catherine…" Raymond's voice called out to me, dragging me away from my thoughts. I suddenly realized what I was staring at and I looked away, too embarrassed to look at Raymond.

"Sorry for making you faint…" he apologized. I shook my head.

"No…" I said, "you don't have to be sorry, Raymond. It's not your fault…" he sighed.

"It's just that…" he began, "I love you, Catherine. I really do…" that brought me speechless. My eyes weren't wide and my face was blank… I couldn't believe it… Raymond Santos, actually loves me… and confessed to me… right here… the first place we had our first date…

"When did you realize it?" I asked so suddenly, not really thinking properly after all he said to me. hE looked down. He tried to think what to tell me.

"Ever since the day you avoided me…" he replied, lifting his ead up to look straight at me in the eye, "The day you avoided me was crucial, Catherine. When you weren't there, you made me worried sick. When you never talked to me, I felt sad and lonely even if I had my girlfriend by my side. When I tried to talk to you and you never looked at me straight in the eye, I feel furious…" his words were so serious… he meant what he said and… all he said was true… not one lie came out from his mouth…

"Ever since the day I met you, I felt happy." He continued his confession, "When my ex-girlfriend cheated on me, I felt heartbroken. Catherine, I always believed that she would always love me no matter what I am or who I am… but when you came, you made my heart jump… you respecte me… and accepted me as your true friend! Not once did you ever betray me, or backstabbed me! So here I am, telling you, that I love you, Catherine. So whether you reject me or not, I'll still love you… no matter what…"

My eyes widened at his confession. I couldn't believe it… he … confessed to me… and said he loved me… how… how stupid was I…? I sighed and did you know what my reaction was…? I smacked him on the head. He whimpered in pain and asked, "What did you just do that for!?" I glared at him.

"YOU STUPID IDIOT!" I shouted at him. His eyes widened.

"Don't you know how I feel?" I asked, "No, of course you don't, dum dum! I LOVE YOU, silly! I HAVE LOVED YOU ALL THIS TIME! I tried to avoid you, but couldn't! I want you to accept me and belong to me with your arms around me! I love you, Raymond! I really do!" I panted after all the words that I have said. Raymond stared at me, his eyes wide in shock. He smiled.

"Catherine…" he called my name softly.

"Yes…?" I responded, stepping closer to him.

"Stop talking." He said and his arms brought me in a tight embrace, with his lips lock in mine. We made out for hours and hours. I don't ever want to let go of this moment right now…


And so here I am… Catherine Ramos, now wed to Raymond Santos. We are now currently in our honeymoon and we're camping in the forest, right next to the waterfall where we had our first date together…

Dear readers,

Hi! I'm back again! Sorry if I haven't updated so long in the Four Elements! I'm on writers block today and for the past few weeks! I'll try to make it up for it…

Thanks to: Viol8

From: White Alchemist