Untold Script

CHAPTER 15 APART

After the unbelievable scene that happened during the Welcome party, I still managed to have the position of the president of ABC Creative. The BOD was impressed as to how I managed the company and how it improved in terms of management within departments even if I am only sitting as the president for just a few days. It's the second week of June and Race's birthday is next week. I wonder if Nate will go home.

A knock on the door woke me from my happy thoughts. I looked for a moment at the documents that I am holding before I turned to face the person who came to my office. I forgot about my appointment with him. I guess the secretary just let him in.

"Hello." He said even if the person he greeted is looking intently at the papers she is holding. I can feel him walking towards my table.

"What's your business with me Mr. Kazua?"

"I'm not my father so don't call me like that."

"What's your business with me, Carl?"

"Nothing."

"Fine. Then do as you please." He suddenly pulled the papers from my left hand and sat on the chair as he assessed the papers he is holding one by one.

"Father doesn't want you to be in that chair." He said it while still reading the documents.

"Of course. It's you who's supposed to be here."

"Not really. Eris is supposed to be the one in that chair."

"Oh. I see. Want me to put her here?" He shook his head and gave the papers back to me.

"It's funny how I'm still here even if your father already knows about this."

"Well the BOD supports you and your accomplishments."

"More like he never had the 2/3 of the votes of the BOD to remove me in this position." I stood up and turned to face the window behind me. I just don't have the strength to see his face. I don't even know what happened to him and Eris after that incident in Cebu. If she loves him now and he loves her back, what choice do I have? What's the point of doing all of this? Plus this conversation just doesn't sit well with me. It feels as if we're just exchanging fake pleasantries.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing." Or maybe it's because I just want you back. Is it too much to ask?

"I never expected any of this to happen." Obviously, you are so preoccupied with making your father genuinely notice and approve of you.

"Galit ka ba dahil nangyari 'to?" I asked and the atmosphere turned cold, dead. Silence.

"I don't know." There goes that stupid statement again. He has this attitude of not answering directly if he feels like he's about to get interrogated. With how obvious your reaction is from that time, the least you could do is be honest with what you feel now.

Do you love her? Is also the one fucking question I really want to ask him but another knock on the door stopped me from doing it. I turned around to see who it was and it's Nate with another batch of documents for me to read. I looked at him while thanking him in my mind. Even though he's not supposed to butt in this little talk of me and Carl I'm glad he did.

I looked at Carl for a few seconds and looked away the moment I felt he is about to look at me. He sighed and stood up from his seat. He stopped in front of Nate but then continued to walk and headed out of the door.

"Well, that's some cold response of his for me. But do you really want this? Ignoring him?"

"Doesn't matter."

"But you looked like you're about to break apart."

"Don't mind it."

"What is that about?"

"I don't know. I don't know if he wants me to resign or if he's thankful that I am here. I just don't know. And I don't want to know."

"You're just afraid he's gonna tell you to go. And if that happens, where will that leave you?"

"In my room hanging with a rope around my neck." The pile of documents suddenly slammed on my desk as I heard a hiss from the person I am talking to.

"I'm just kidding."

"You don't look like it." I looked at Nate with a confused look.

"What?"

"Since when did you become serious?" I chuckled and continue to read the document I am reading a while ago. But for some reason, I felt the need to look at Nate again.

"Please, even if it's just a joke, don't say that to me. I'm always here to help you." He said it almost a whisper as his hand was placed on top of mine and then he left the room.

I sighed. I must be going crazy. He looked like he's in pain.

I decided to visit my unit again and brought a cake along with me since I never had the chance to greet Nate during his birthday. I tend to forget birthdays most of the time. Well, it's just me not wanting to think of anything related to Carl. Not now.

I got in sneakily, as quiet as possible. I walked a few steps to see that he did not close his door. I peeked only to find that he is not in a good mood. He's holding a picture of Race. I moved a few steps back and gave a deep sigh. I took out a piece of paper from my bag and a ballpen. I started writing in Japanese telling him I'm sorry for not greeting him on his birthday. I wrote a "Honto ni gomen ne." and an "Otanjoubi Omedetou." even if I am already a month late, and finally wrote the words "You're free to go back now to where your heart really belongs." on the piece of paper and left my unit while leaving the cake and piece of paper outside his room's door.

I drove, and drove, and drove just following the road ahead of me not bothering where it will lead me. Just because I want him back I ended up taking somebody else's happiness. I laughed at myself as to what kind of person I have become. Since when did I become so unaware of his feelings? It made me finally realized why Nate's reaction was like that back in my office.

He was once in a state where dying was his only option and crawling out of it was the hardest part. I've seen him once in his lowest and it was so close, a tiny bit before I can finally pull him back. A memory we both blocked from our minds. I opened a healed wound of his. Damn it! He's your friend Dani for Pete's sake! I abused his kindness way too much. I pulled over to the side of the road and got out of my car. I sat down on the ground and slammed my back on my car's door.

"This fucking mess of mine." I laughed at myself as I bowed my head down and let the tears fall to the ground. This is just messed up.