Sorry, I'm not her.

Prologue

Prologue

He can't stop crying. I dont have words to tell him that I am also not okay with all that's happening. He couldn't stop punching the wall in his condo.

I hugged him. All I can do is hug him. I can't take away the pain, I'm not Kiara.

"Don't touch me! I don't even know you." He let go of my hug and I had one wrong step, I got out of balance. The cold tiles touched my skin. He showed no pity. He didn't care. "Don't fucking tell me that I do, because I don't. You're nothing to me." He looked down at me. 'Di man lang niya ako nakuhang tulungan makatayo.

Ganito na siguro ang karma.

I love him, pero anong magagawa ko?

I got up and tiptoed so I can hold his face. I embraced it with my hands. Maybe a kiss could bring his love back.

I will try to kiss him. Sinubukan kong gawin and bagay na alam kong kahinaan niya pagdating sa'kin. This is his weakness, my kiss. He will kiss me back, I know him. I know him.

Pero hinawak niya ang dalawang kamay ko at binato ang mga ito sa hangin. He turned his back at me. He didn't let me kiss him.

"Don't try that again, or I will make you pay for everything you've done. I will tell the media. It's my benefit, I could get the reward, and I could also get you out of my life." Hindi ko na alam kung anong mas sasakit pa sa mga sinabi niya.

"I thought this is your weakness, my kiss." I said. Nakatalikod pa'rin siya sa'kin. Akmang lalabas ng pinto ng condo niya.

"You're just a stranger, and I won't let any stranger touch me anymore." ang sakit. Tears flowed down. He didn't care. He coldly walked out and finally left me—he left me with nothing.

I guess I don't know him after all.

Sorry, I'm not her.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.