Soleil POV
Hugo’s love is genuine. His love is the thing I am thankful I experienced. Even though we weren’t for each other, I wished him happiness. He was one of the good things that happened in my life, even though I have many terrible memories. I’m not in pain like before. Now to see him happy, I’m happy too.
I looked at my phone when suddenly it sounded. When I looked it was Wayne, so I looked at his place where Hugo had been before. He is the groom’s best man. I stared at him, pretending to be angry, but in reality, I was laughing at him.
“I miss you.”
I just laugh at the cheesy things he does. I’m not used to someone every day and hourly being asked if I’ve eaten or what I’m doing. At first, it was cringe for me but soon I got used to it as well. Until I didn’t know I was used to such greetings from him. Sometimes I even get angry every time he forgets to message to ask. He used to be very cheesy and clingy. Now my day isn’t complete when he doesn’t message me.
As I look at him, I wonder where exactly did we start? We were both hurting then. No one was saving both of our drowning hearts. It’s been a few years and I can’t believe we’re here now. Both happy. Both smiling.
---flashback---
“What are you doing? Let go of I said!” I remove the hand of the man earlier, forcing me to dance. Since I’ve been drinking so much margarita, I’m pretty dizzy. My face back to normal after Adele disappeared. It has also been almost two years since I recovered the legacies left to me by my parents.
Even my face has changed. Even Hugo met me. I couldn’t change the fact that he was no longer with me. That his heart is no longer mine. The day he told me he had been waiting for me for a long time, I was happy, but I thought he was looking for me because he still loved me. He is looking for me because he wants to have clarity in his heart. Everything confused him. What exactly does he feel for Adele?
I couldn’t accept then that he realized more about how he felt about Adele because I showed up. Can I turn back to the time we were alone? That we are just happy? The day he left me alone in the cold night and strong wind, it was there that I realized he was no longer with me. That the Hugo that once was to me will never return.
I shook my head at that scenario, then glared at the man who had earlier been holding me tightly. I still tried to remove his hand, even though he was still insisting. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I stepped on his foot, so he finally let me go. I immediately ran outside, but he caught my hair. I cried out in pain because I felt like I would go bald with the force of his pulling on my hair.
I just closed my eyes to what he did, but a quick hand removed my hair from his grip, then punched him hard. When I recovered from the pain of the tweak, I saw it was Wayne. The one who was always with Adele then. We talk little because we’re not close. I only often see him with Adele. I haven’t seen him much since Adele disappeared.
When the man who was harassing me was gone, Wayne had to leave as well. He probably didn’t know me because it’s been a few years since we met and I look different. Before he could leave, I pulled his hand back. He looked at the hand holding him, then at me. His face was surprised, even though his forehead was wrinkled. I laughed at his reaction. He’s handsome, however, he doesn’t know how to smile at other people. I guess only Adele can make this person smile.
“Do you want a drink?” I don’t know why that’s my question. It’s not that I want him with me, but I don’t have anyone with me and he’s like that too, so why don’t we just talk while we’re here? Well, I might disturb the day he should have fun. I stared at the noisy studio and a lot of dancing and still not letting go of his hand.
I am waiting for his answer. I was expecting him to reject my offer, so it surprised me when he suddenly straightened up and then faced me. I smiled at what he did.
“Why?” The awe on his face still lingered. I don’t know if he’s just pretending to be rude, or he’s really rude.
“Why? Do we need a reason for that? Let’s just drink and talk.” I smiled at him as if I had no other intention than to make friends. When he sighed and removed his hand, I was disappointed, but also quickly recovered when he suddenly answered sparingly.
“Okay.”
I guess I’m too exaggerated because why is he so handsome when he looks rude? Because I’m not used to it. When Adele was still here, there was no chance that I didn’t see him smiling.
We walked over to the bar counter. I ordered another margarita while he was drinking only beer. I look more man than him while I drank. When I had two margaritas, I suddenly felt drowsy. It also seems pointless for me to take care of him because we don’t talk.
“Three more.” I turned my gaze back to him without even glancing at me. When the three margaritas were placed in front of me, I swallowed one after another. When I looked back at him, I was surprised because it wasn’t Wayne I saw.
That’s Hugo’s image as his eyebrows touch as if he’s already irritated and very uncomfortable. I blinked to confirm, but it was as if alcohol had swallowed my brain.