Chapter 400 - Four Hundred : Like It Was The Last Time (1/2)

The third point of view:

Cecil didn't want to leave - which was surprising - but she had no choice. Her heart was hurting at the thought of it and she knew it was because of a certain person.

She had told herself that it was a simulation and now it was time to go back to real life. Emerald was a good lover, but then she wasn't chasing after a partner nor a relationship and that must be kept that way. She wasn't ready for heartbreak plus he deserves someone better.

Take a look at her, what was so special about her? She was nothing but a single mother messed up by her intended fiancée. Emerald needed a woman - definitely not Juliet - who would love him indefinitely and give him a family while accommodating his type of work.

That was another one of the many reasons she couldn't be with him. It wasn't that Cecil could not handle that level of violence, but Emerald's work was risky - his life was always hanging on the line. She was not ready to lose her heart as soon as she gave it nor become a widow - that is if they were able to come to that level.

In conclusion, there was more than one reason not to be with Emerald and she had to keep to it. It was for his well-being and her well-being too. She would treasure their time together and one day she would look back at the memories with a grateful smile, Cecil comforted herself.

However, the instant she made it to the corridor leading outside and didn't see him there, her heart sank. Didn't he want to see her off? Had they gone back to level one of being silent at each other?

”What is it, mother?”

”Huh?” She was roused back to reality by Pedro's question.

”Is anything the matter?”

”What?”

”You keep glancing back,”

”No. It's nothing,” She told him, exhaling a deep breath as she faced the door.

Yeah, this was it. She had to bravely cross it and return to her old life where her emotions weren't a rollercoaster ride, and optimistic each day she woke up. Yeah, her comfortable and predictable life.

”What is it?” Pedro asked his mother when she stopped abruptly in her tracks.

”I don't know,” Cecil replied sincerely. Why did she even stop?

”Look,” Pedro turned to her, scratching the spot below his left brow, ”I know I'm your son and that I'm young and probably don't know anything about love, in your perspective - why do older people like to think that way when we know much more than you all probably think we know. But trust me, you don't want to leave here without saying goodbye. This might be your last chance to summarize whatever it is between the both of you and you might regret it later if you don't grasp it now, ” He said to her.

Cecil gulped, ”You knew?”

Pedro rolled his eyes towards heaven, ”I'm eighteen, not ten. I'm not a kid anymore, mother,”

He added beneath his breath, ”I can even get a girl pregnant,” but he dares not say that out loud else Cecil would roast him alive

Cecil didn't know what to do anymore, she simply pulled her son into her arms and showered him with kisses on his face.

”I love you,”

”Eww, but I love you too. Now go,” He broke away from the embarrassing hug. He was no longer ten for Christ's sake.