Epilogue:
Mara Antonette’s Point of View:
I waited for him.
For the past four years, I waited for him to look for me, to look for us.
On summer days, where the sun’s scorching. On rainy days, where the rain pours harshly, I cried. I thought of him everyday. I never stopped thinking of him. Everyday, I want to go back to the city and look for him in his house. I want to tell him everything, to marry him even though I know that he can't give me the love that I need. But on the other side of myself, I keep my ego. My ego keeps me strong, it gives me enough strength not to do those things that my heart feels.
“What if I did?” I asked him with teary eyes.
I know that my tears will fall soon. And I am planning to shut the door before he sees me break in front of me.
“Then what if I did wa
