I met her when she was a teenager. Although she’s trying to hide her wealth, she stood different from the crowd, she just can’t. Her eyes are observant, her face is angelic, and her name is Saint Gatchalian.
I met her during the time I was nothing.
I don’t have a name. I don’t have a family. I don’t have anything to offer.
So, I did what I thought was best for her- I declined her friendship and pushed her away.
And now, seeing her after all these years made me questioned myself if I did what was best for her. If going away without looking back was the best thing I did, then why does my heart aches when she smiles for another man?
Published by Mechanic Lady’s Publication (Hardbound cover)
First printing, May 2021