Aiden's Point of View

It's my time to leave.

I stood up after hearing the number of my plane. I took a deep breath before facing my back. I just smiled bitterly when I saw the unfamiliar faces.

What do I expect? Did I think Wyatt would chase me down and stop me from leaving? I'm only fooling myself.

I took another deep breath before starting to walk. Every step I take, I remember the happy days I had with him, as well as the pain caused by Agleen's return.

I told myself that I would be happy as long as Wyatt was happy with the person he loved. But why is that? I can’t feel any happiness for them. I can't really be happy until I'm the source of his happiness. Am I being selfish? Yes, maybe.

I hope that when I get on the plane, I can leave all my memories with him. I hope that when I leave, I can also leave all the pain that I carry in my chest. And hopefully, with the flight of the plane, my feelings for him will disappear.

I won't see him again after the plane leaves, so I'm sure I'll forget about him too. I will meet a lot of people since I will be moving to a different country, and I will also forget him. All the pain won’t disappear now, but I know someday it will.

I don't want to bury myself in memories that can never be recovered. In the memories, I am the only one who recalls. These are also the reasons why I decided to leave the country. Maybe I'll come back when I'm sure I'm okay. That even if I see him, I won't feel anything for him anymore. No matter how many years I spend abroad, I will never come back until I have forgotten.

When the airplane flew, my tears started to fall. Damn, it hurts. Even though he didn't look for me, chase me, or stop me, I still want to come back there and hug him tight. I want to see him again. I miss him already. Fucking hell. I didn't even get a chance to see him one last time. I want to go back. Even though I haven't been to California yet, I want to go back immediately to see Wyatt. Ha, damn it.

"Excuse me, are you okay?" The guy next to me asked.

I just nodded while my head remained bent.

"I have tissue here if you need it," the man offered.

"No," I shook my head. "I also have one with me. Thank you."

"Uh, okay?"

Damn. This is embarrassing. I was like a child who cried because I had to go to school alone.

I wiped my tears then looked outside, where the clouds could be seen. I bit my lower lip and held myself back from crying again.

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Wyatt's Point of View

"How are you doing these days?" Grandad asked.

We were eating breakfast in silence when he suddenly asked. I didn't answer because I didn't know who he was talking to. I only found out that he was asking me when I turned to him and saw that he was looking at me and seemed to be waiting for my answer.

I sat up and answered, "I'm fine, Grandpa."

"Where's your girlfriend?" He asked before taking a bite of food.

"She's at their house," I answered.

"How's your relationship? Going strong?" He asked without looking at me.

I frowned for a moment and said, "Uh, yeah. Why did you ask?"

But instead of answering my question, he asked again, "Are you really happy with her?"

"Do I seem... sad?" I asked.

"What's wrong, Grandpa? Don't you like Agleen?" Cynthia asked. "Well, I don't like her either," she admitted, shrugging.

I looked at Cynthia with my brows furrowed and said, "Hey!"

"What?" She raised an eyebrow. "I'm just being honest. Should I say that I like her even though I don't really?"

"Just shut up, will you? Don't talk if you don't have anything nice to say," I answered.

Marcus took a deep breath and said, "Calm down. Why are you so angry, Wyatt? Cynthia is just expressing her opinion."

"She's talking about my girlfriend, so how do you expect me to react?" My voice rose.

"Even so, Grandpa is here. "You should learn how to control your anger," Regie suggested. He didn't look at me, his eyes were focused on his food.

"Wow," I sniggered. "So, it's my fault, huh?"

"That's enough," Grandad said as he wiped his mouth and looked at me. "Aren't you tired of pretending?"

I dropped the spoon and fork I was holding and leaned back on my chair. I breathe out, "Really, grandfather, what's wrong with you today? You have so many questions. What pretense are you talking about?"

"Hey, can you lower down your voice, Wyatt?" Ryan smacked the table. "It's your grandfather you're talking to."

I closed my eyes and pinched my nose, "Sorry, okay? It's just... My problems are piling up, and I don't know what to prioritize."

"Geez. Ever since you introduced Agleen to us, you've been scary. You're always quick to get angry, my goodness!" Criza hugged herself while shaking her head.

Dad shook his head while continuously making a sound with his tongue: "Your grandad just wanted to know if you were really happy with your girlfriend. Also, why did you suddenly break up with Aida and introduce Agleen as your girlfriend?"

"I introduced Agleen as my girlfriend because she really is!" I answered right away.

What the heck is wrong with these people? Why do I seem to have no allies at this table? There are plenty of us, but no one seems to even want to help me stop them from asking questions.

"What about Aida, then?" Mom asked. "Did you truly love her?"

"Mom, why did the topic go to Aida now?" I breathe a sigh of irritation. "Should we prioritize talking over food? In that case, I'll just leave and go back to the room."

"Why can't you answer a simple question?" Cynthia asked.

"What? I just don't want to argue in front of the dining table," I said, turning to her with my brows furrowed. "Look, it's not my problem if you don't like Agleen, okay? About Aida, we're done, so can we not talk about her anymore? Mom, Dad, please."

"Did you cheat?" Granddad asked.

I turned to him. He was looking at me seriously. "What?" was the only thing that came out of my mouth.

I couldn't answer. I don't know how to respond, and I don't like our topic. I just want to leave already and go to my bedroom upstairs. Damn it.

"You don't have to keep things from us, Wyatt," Dad uttered.

"We know everything," Mom added.

"Why did you break up with Aiden?" Grandad asked, which surprised me.

Did he just say the wrong name?

"Aiden?" I asked. "It's Aida, not Aiden, grandpa."

"You're just fooling yourself, Wyatt," he replied. "Why did you hide the fact that you're dating him? Not because I asked you to introduce a girlfriend to me, you will really introduce a girl! You forced him to disguise himself as a woman. Why? What for?"

Wait, what? They knew? They knew all along that I was dating Aiden, and yet they didn't tell us? So, what's the point of what I did? What's the point of me staying away from Aiden if they know everything? Fuck.

"Because you asked me for a girlfriend, not a boyfriend," I answered. "But... how did you know?"

"Wait," Regie interrupted before Grandad could respond. "What are you talking about, grandpa? Are you saying that Aiden dated this guy?" He pointed at me. "That the Aida we know was actually Aiden?"

"Duh~" Cynthia rolled her eyes and said, "Isn't it obvious?"

"You have a crush on brother Aiden, and yet you didn't notice?" Criza raised an eyebrow.

"No..." Regie shook his head. "That can't be."

Grandad sighed, "Do you still love him?"

"Argh, so fucking annoying! I've been wanting to tell you that you're an idiot, Wyatt! Why do you have to break up with Aiden just to save your image at school?"

"Hey, watch your words, Cynthia!" Marcus restrains Cynthia.

"Tsk!" Cynthia clicked her tongue and crossed her arms over her chest.

"No," I shook my head. "I didn't break up with him because of that reason. I... I did that because I don't want you guys to judge me. I don't want to be hated by you, especially by Grandpa."

"You hurt the one who loves you just for that reason," Ryan uttered.

"Who are we to judge you?" Mom asked. "Yes, we are your family, but we don't hold your whole being. We can never dictate your heart. We're your family, we're just here to guide you, we have no right to dictate who you should like. You are you, and you have your own brain."

I bit my lower lip. I don't know what to say.

I put my elbows on the table and covered my face with my palms. After a while, the tears that I had been holding back for weeks started to flow.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

They didn't care if I was going to date Aiden or not. Aiden didn't care if others knew about us either. He even chased me many times, even though I was pushing him away. No matter what hurtful words I throw at him, he will still talk to me and ask if I really don't have feelings for him anymore.

I am a fucking coward.

I don't have the right to be mad at my family right now because it's all my fault that we broke up. Yes, I now regret pushing Aiden away during the days when he was chasing me, now that I know my family knows about the two of us. If only I had been braver, we would still be together. If I hadn't been selfish, if I hadn't taken charge of everything, he might still be with me.

Bullshit. This is all fucking bullshit.

"You should go and see him," Criza said.

I just shook my head. I can't. If I were to see him now, I don't know what I should say, what excuses I should make, or what to do if he were the one to push me away this time.

Argh, fuck! I want to lose my temper and hit my own head.

I hurt him. I fucking hurt the one I love! I want to run and go to him. I want to hug him tight and kiss him nonstop. Oh, damn. What did I just do? What did I ruin? Fuck.

"This will be the last time I will beg you. If you still have no intention of coming back to me, I will just accept it. But this is all I can say, after this day, when the day comes that you realize that I am still the one you love, I will never come back to you."

That's what he said. So, what am I going to do now? I lost my chance. If only I had told him how much I love and miss him that night, we would still have a chance of coming back together.

== ==

After that day, I just locked myself in my bedroom. Agleen comes to the house sometimes to check on me, but I don't leave the room. I just ignored her and just kept drowning myself in the alcohol.

"I fucking miss him," I murmured while my eyes were closed. "I miss you, babe..." And I started to cry again.

Damn.

Aiden must have been like this during the days when I was pushing him away. Maybe he never stops crying, especially because he's a crybaby. I know he’s a crybaby, but why did I hurt him? Damn it! You're the biggest asshole in the whole world, Wyatt! You are worthless!

"I want to see him," I mumbled to myself.

I stood up and put on a jacket before I left my bedroom. I ran to the parking lot and got in the car. I drove even though I was drunk. Gosh, I don't care anymore, even if I were to get involved in an accident. All I want is to see Aiden. I have locked myself in my room for a week because I don't know how to face him. But now... I can't stand not seeing him anymore. I miss him so much.

The gate was about to open when it suddenly closed again. I honked my car horn several times, but the gate still wouldn't open.

What the fuck? I'm in a hurry!

I looked at the guard house, and that's when I saw Regie. He was standing there, he was probably the one that ordered the guard not to open the gate.

Fuck it!

I hit the horn again until Regie walked towards the car.

He knocked on the window, and I opened it, "Where are you going? You're drunk, and we don't have school today."

"Fuck off," is what I responded to him.

"If you're planning to go to Aiden, he's not there. You will never find him there."

"How are you so sure?" I smirked. "He has nowhere else to go but his condo."

"That's what you knew," he said, putting his hands in his pockets."You didn't know that he flew to California 5 days ago because you're busy pushing him away and drowning yourself in alcohol."

"Stop spouting bullshit."

I don't want to believe him, but the nervousness in my chest says otherwise. I immediately raised the window and honked one after another. I immediately stepped on the pedal when the gate opened and quickly started the car.

Please be there, Aiden.