“There’s no such thing like that in love. All it takes is a fated meeting, that’s all. Not everyone’s gonna be a perfect fit, and just because you came earlier doesn’t mean you get to call dibs on anyone. Humans aren’t objects.” Christopher’s lighter made a clicking sound as he closed it. “Do you get it now?” He looked up calmly.
“I-I don’t understand. I’ve always loved you, Chris. Why can’t you love me back?” Monica started crying.
“Because the one I love is Yvonne. And there’s no question about that. I never regret falling in love with her, even if she only has three months left to live,” Christopher answered.
Monica sobbed. She tried to hug Christopher, but he pushed her away. Seeing that, Monica resolved herself. She suddenly unbuttoned her skirt, and it fell to the ground, revealing her naked body.
Monica held Christopher’s face, forcing him to look at her. She was going to kiss him, while I almost barged in. Let him go! I’ll take it from here! I thought.
Fortunately, I managed to hold myself back. I had faith that Christopher could resist any temptation since he did choose to be with me out of all those women out there.
Just when Monica was about to kiss him, Christopher blocked her out with his hand. “Why are you doing this?” he whispered. “Don’t do this to yourself.”
“Chris, am I not feminine enough? Am I not attractive to you?” Monica was already crying. Once again, she went up to Christopher and sat astride on his lap, putting his hand on her chest.
“See? I’m not that bad? At least not compared to Yvonne. Why don’t you try me out? Maybe you’ll change your mind. Chris, you can take me whenever you want. You’re the only one I love. I can’t imagine falling for anyone else. I-I can sleep with you even if you don’t love me.”
“Monica!” Christopher shoved her off him and stood up. “If that’s all you want to talk about, then you should leave.” He turned away. “I won’t change my mind about this. Sex isn’t the only thing in a relationship. It’s a dance between two loving souls. What you’re comparing is just the physical aspect. It’s not the most important thing.”
“Chris!” Monica hugged him from behind, sobbing. “B-But I don’t understand. When did you fall in love with Yvonne? You changed after coming back from that trip. I-Is she that important to you? Is it more than my love for you? But you have just met her!”
“Yes and no. I’ve noticed her when I was still a teenager. Love was still an alien concept to us back then. You haven’t even fallen in love with me, but I have fallen for her since then, and that has never changed. A man’s love begins the moment he takes interest in a woman.” Christopher pushed Monica away again.
This time, he picked her skirt up and helped her wear it with his eyes closed. Then, he tossed a jacket on the couch to Monica. “It’s cold out there. Have a safe trip, and be careful.”
“B-But I’ve loved you for a long time too, Chris. I-I don’t want to let you go. I really don’t want to do that!”
I was still observing the situation quietly outside the room. Whenever Christopher brought me up, his eyes would light up, as if I was right there before him. On the other hand, I got more and more surprised as the conversation went on. He’s already had his eyes on me back then? Is that true? Or is he just trying to calm Monica down?
Back then, he was the young master of the Lane family, while I was just a poor girl who was bullied constantly. Logically speaking, we shouldn’t even have met.
And then the sound of my ringtone broke the silence of the night.
