Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Twaine's Point of View :

"Clyde, why did you get involved in my problem?" I couldn’t help but sigh at him.

"Chill, I just did that so he could feel the pain he made you feel." he said laughing. I’m currently treating his bruises that he got from Kyle’s punches.

"Chill your face, I don't know what to do anymore." I said frowning.

"I'm here to help you. Have you already forgotten me?" he immediately asked.

"Should I tell him or not?" I asked him confuse.

"You shouldn't," I turned to Clyde with a serious look on his face.

"Let him work hard to find out about your daughter. Have you forgotten that he chose someone else?" As Clyde said those words to me it was as if I was going back in time. I felt my chest being squeezed so hard. It is painful to the point I was having a hard time breathing.

"Aren't you leaving, yet? I wish I could rest." I said lazily. Clyde immediately stood up and said his goodbye to me.

Why am I hurting again? I forgot about him. I shouldn't be affected by our meeting, right? But why do I feel this way?

Sofia's Point Of View :

"Hon, why are you here?" I was surprised by Kyle's sudden appearance here at my house.

"Hon," his voice was sad as he called me. I knew he had a problem.

"Let's go inside." I helped him get inside the house. I also took water to somehow wake up his spirit.

"So, what's the problem?" I asked.

"She's back," after saying those words I saw some tears falling on his cheeks.

"But she's together with my nephew and they already have a daughter," he continued. I knew with every word he uttered that he was hurting. I don't want to see Kyle hurt like this. I want to relieve the pain in his heart but I know I can't do that.

"Do you still love her?" I know the answer to that question but I still want to hear it from him.

"I do but—"

"But, what?" I'll cut to what he has to say. My tears started to flow.

"I still love her, but I don't want you to get hurt." he said softly. I immediately hugged him tightly.

"Kyle, I've been hurting for a long time. Every time I see you crying while looking at her pictures. Every time you mention her name with a smile on your face—" I couldn’t finish what I was saying because he started kissing me. I couldn't kiss him back because I felt no love in his kisses.

I just let him kiss me while my tears kept dripping. I was surprised at what he did next after he kissed me. He is now kneeling in front of me and holding a ring.

"Marry me, Hon." he said while looking straightly into my eyes.

"K-kyle," I didn't know what to say. I feel like I'm failing right now.

"Please?" he's pleading. But still, I can't move. I was holding myself to not cry out loud. It feels so heavy being in this situation. I don’t want to be selfish.

"I'm sorry, but I can't marry you." I replied that he surprised.

"Why? Is it because I don't deserve to be happy?" he asked angrily and at the same time, disappointed. I shook my head in response.

"Not like that, Kyle. I don't want to marry someone else who's still in love with his ex-wife. I don't want to be selfish, Kyle. I want you to be happy. I know that you won't be happy if you tied to me." I explained while still crying.

I never thought I would be hurt like this. Back then, I accepted the fact that Kyle can't love me like how he love Twaine. But now that Twaine is back, it's only now that I fully feel the pain.

"Hon, I'm happy. I'm glad I met you," he said crying.

"I know, but I feel it, Kyle. I know you're just offering me marriage to say you've moved on with her, where in fact, you're still into her." I tried to smile while explaining it to him.

"S-sorry, Hon. I'm sorry," I just remained silent.

"Maybe this is really my karma because instead of choosing her before, I chose my bestfriend over her. I'm so stupid!" He just kept crying while I just watched him.

"If I could only do something to ease the pain you're feeling, I would." I whispered to him. I don’t want to see him hurt. I wanted to be angry with Kyle, but I couldn't, I didn't feel angry for him. Because I know the feeling. I can feel exactly how he feels.

When I made sure Kyle was asleep, I slowly got up and went upstairs to get him a blanket.

Kyle's Point Of View :

I woke up because of the sunlight hitting my face. When I opened my eyes I realized I was not in my room. I struggled to get up even though I felt my headache. When I was finally able to sit down, I touched my head because it's aching.

"Sh*t!" I was devastated after I remembered what happened yesterday and last night. I immediately found my black jacket and hurried out of Sofia’s house.

"You're leaving?" I stopped after I heard her voice.

"Yes, hon. I remembered, I still have work to finish in my office." I excused.

"Okay," she said with a smile.

"About last night," I begin.

"It's okay. I know it's just your drunkenness, go ahead." She smiled at me sweetly. But I knew behind her sweet smile there was a pain lurking. I didn't speak anymore, I immediately left her house and went to my car.

When I got in my car I started banging my head on the steering wheel. Only then did I stop feeling more and more headaches.

"Why am I so stupid?" I couldn’t help but question myself.

"When will I have the right decision in life? Sh*t this fvckin 'life of mine!" I didn't know the answer to my questions, so, when I realized that no one was ready to answer my question, I started the engine of my car.

"Clyde, let's talk!" I just got home and I caught up with Clyde just in time.

"What do you want us to talk about, Uncle? If you want to apologize for punching me yesterday, I forgive you." he said. I felt even more annoyed because of what he was saying.

"How many years have you been together with Twaine? Why don't we know about that?" I growled angrily at him.

"And why do you seem so interested in our lives, Uncle? Didn't you hurt her, before? So you have no right to know about us anymore,"

Yeah, right! He's always fvcking right! Damn this kid!

"Besides, you have a new girlfriend, don't you? So, don't bother Twaine anymore. Please, Uncle." Clyde had turned his back on me so I was left stunned by the absence.