Become a Fan
betrayal (version 1)
By jing javier
Thursday, August 29, 2002
She then looked through the window, her eyes staring out at the street below, seeing nothing as she was lost deep in thought. She tried to forget it and told herself over and over again but it still keeps on lingering her mind. Thoughts of him and this afternoon.
She was about to leave the office, when her phone rang.
She picked up the phone and took the call, A call she wished she had never received.
Just then there was a click, and a wary voice said "hello?"
Annie sank into the desk chair. "Yes? Who's this?"
The call was from a girl who introduced herself as Carla. She said she wanted to meet Annie at the cafeteria in front of her office.
She knew it wasn't going well but Carla pushed on and pleaded. "I want to talk to you about Tristan.."
There was Silence. At the mention of his name she knew something's not right. Reluctantly, she agreed to meet Carla.
Carla stood when she saw Annie at the door of the cafeteria. She called her name and waived. Annie as she approached, looked intently at her. Carla was a small woman, only five foot two, with dark hair and intense eyes. Small boned and slender. She swears she had not seen this lady before so why on earth would Carla wants to talk to her about Tristan? What is it that she needs to know about her boyfriend?
Her questions were answered not long when Carla started talking. Telling Annie how she and Tristan met. How she and Tristan started to be friends and how she and Tristan became loversÖ
Her recollection of that afternoon was interrupted when her phone rang. She was still staring through the now rain-streaked window. She didn't notice that it is now raining outside. She picked up the phone. It was Tristan. At the sound of his voice, she wept brokenly. Tears tingled in her eyes as she speaks. She can no longer keep it to herself. She needed to tell him. And so she did.
Annie donít know what else they talked about but the next thing she knew, she was sitting on her bed, the phone on its proper place and tears still falling from her eyes. It makes her more sad and depressed at the pitter-patter beat of the raindrops on the windowpane.
She now can see light from the sky but it's still raining and she still couldn't sleep. She tried shifting positions but she still couldn't sleep. She tried drinking alcohol, yet it didn't work. She tried listening to some boring music but it made her more wakeful and irritated. Annie gave up and decided to just lie down and close her eyes. But when she was at the verge of sleeping, she started hearing voices below. Someone seemed to be shouting her name. Disturbed. She decided to take a look from her window.
"annie" the man called out panting.
"Tristan?" she recognized his voice. "God, you're soaking, come inside."
Tristan hesitated to listen to her and stubbornly stayed in the rain. Still searching for air, he willfully asked her.
"Are you still mad at me?"
"What?" Annie asked in consternation.
"Are you mad at me?" he blurted out, pleading her to say no. But he didn't let her respond and continued instead.
"Are you? Cause Hell! I'm so in love with you! And only you! "
"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Forgive me please.." he added.
Still pleading. "Give me another chance. One more time."
Annie froze in utter disbelief. She was so stunned at what he just told her. She wasn't even sure if she heard him right. As if he heard her, he repeated what he said, louder and clearer. "I love you", he repeated.
His words made her smile, making her lips tremble and her eyes watery. She could not explain how she felt at the moment. "Just shut up and don't try waking everyone else" she told him, trying hard to hold back her eagerness. "I'm coming down".
As fast as she could, Annie ran from her room all the way to her front door.
Annie started walking to him, her pace changing from time to time. She didn't care. She didn't care even if she was walking across the street in her nightshirt or even if down pour was drenching her and the wind freezing her. All she cared about at the moment was tristan. Rain poured mercilessly as they met each other's gaze, only an inch apart from each other. "Hello" she greeted in a gentle whisper. Leaving all her worries behind. Ready to forget everything that happened before this special moment.
He couldn't speak. Instead, he lifted his hand and held it softly against her cheek. Slowly, she lifted her head and her lips met his. Suddenly, everything and everyone around them didn't exist. There was only the two of them entwined in each other's arms.
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|Reviewed by Lex Luthor
|Women can forgive their erring men at times that there was no admission of guilt. Even if she is full of doubts, as long as there is no admission of guilt, then the love could somehow melt the doubts and a more realistic chance of forgiveness (since there was no admission then there is no forgiveness) or reconciliation.
Upon admission of guilt, it is a lot harder to forget and even after forgiveness is rendered, the doubts will keep on creeping for future occurences leading to invalid jealousy and hatred.
I think the reconciliation just went too fast this time.