Only Regrets (One Shot)

Only Regrets

Being cruel to another doesn't mean you hate him. It only shows how much aware you are of him.

If I didn't want to lose you, why did I push you away?

My greatest mistake and my biggest regret was to think that you'll never leave me. Even if I treated you so badly.

I took you for granted so I was left to face the consequences.

I, Rhina Gamboa, your biggest mistake of meeting.

Because now, I couldn't make you come back. I wouldn't.

How can I?

"Hi, Ree!" Someone called. Someone who'll dare to call me with that disgusting nickname. Someone who always annoy me.

"Gerald, piss off." I calmly said. But inside, I was burning red with anger.

"Ree, are you free after your shift is over?" He asked. Clearly pretending not to hear what I just said.

"No." I always flatly reject his offer. Even If I am free.

I work as a waitress at a local diner in our place. After my shift, I'll just go home and sleep. That's what I always do.

But a Gerald Villasen didn't know what a 'no' means.

"We can watch a movie. There's a new movie show-" I cut him.

"Please, can I have your order, sir?" I glared at him.

"Oh! Still the usual, Ree." He said with a sweet smile.

That smile who made every girl fall to his feet and worshipped him. Who made every girl's heart beats erratically.

I'm not an exception. But...

In my life, there's always a but.

"What usual?" I pretended I didn't know. Just to make him talk to me a little more.

I'm selfish. What I say doesn't show my true feelings.

I hope you noticed it. Soon.

"Omelette with lots of tomatoes. Until now, you couldn't remember what I always order, Ree." He pouted but I didn't see any sadness in his eyes. It's like he's a walking rainbow with all those colorful and positive thinking.

"Right away." I said and walked away after I wrote his order.

One.

Two.

Three.

"Ree!" He called. He always calls me whenever I turned my back on him. I knew.

It's always like this. An endless cycle.

I sighed and looked back. He has the sweetest smile I always see in him. Like always.

But nothing last forever.

I give his order to our chef.

"Rhina, give him a break." Our manager said with a little smile of sympathy to the poor guy. It's not a secret that I'm cruel to Gerald.

We met three months ago. A cliché meeting...

I bumped a guy when I was walking in the sidewalk looking at a brochure for a new job.

"I'm sorry." I said without looking up.

"Same here!" Said in a very happy tone.

Curious, I looked who he is.