Chapter 85 Chapter 85 The Next date
Rebecca's POV
Three days into his medications, and we were already seeing improvement. I could tell by the way his puffy eyes had gone down, and his sclera was now as clear as it should be.
Micah also looked happier. He wasn’t binge eating anymore but instead eating at the right time, like a healthy person should.
This reminded me of a proverb: you never find someone perfect; you help them become the perfect version of themselves. And I was glad that I had helped Micah reach that point. Now, it was time to nurture our love and let it soar even higher.
Micah and I had planned this cinema date since the first time we met. There was a horror movie showing first, followed by Titanic.
Micah was the kind of man who loved horror films, while I was a simple woman who preferred romance. Since we had different preferences, we decided to compromise—we would watch both movies together. That was what love was all about, right?
Micah came to pick me up from home. He didn’t own a car, but I didn’t mind getting on his bike with him.
Love wasn’t about material things, right? When love is true, material possessions become irrelevant. Yes, wealth adds spark to relationships, making them even sweeter, but when it can't be afforded, it’s not something worth killing over. As long as a man is working toward success, a woman can be patient with him.
And since I was already self-sufficient and financially stable, that meant a lot, right?
He rode us to one of the best cinemas in town. It was a place visited by both the wealthy and the middle class. People here often dressed their best because you never knew—today might be your lucky day to meet someone above your league and fall in love.
As soon as we arrived on the bike, everyone recognized me. Phones came out in an instant, flashing cameras at us. People began taking pictures and recording videos. Some even shouted questions.
“Who is he? Is he your new boyfriend?!”
I noticed the discomfort on Micah’s face. He had never told me he disliked publicity, but his reaction said it all. He turned his face away from the cameras, raising his hand to block the flashes.
I understood. Not everyone liked being in the spotlight. But I was a public figure—this was inevitable. Still, compromises could always be made, right?
To those who wanted an autograph or a picture with me, I simply smiled and said, “Maybe another day.”
They nodded, understanding, and dispersed.
Inside the cinema, the darkness swallowed us, giving us the privacy we needed. We exchanged smiles, bought a bucket of popcorn and two drinks, and sat at the front row.
The horror movie room wasn’t crowded like the others.
“Not many people like horror films,” Micah said. “That’s why this place is so empty.”
I realized I had misjudged things.
The movie lasted for two and a half hours. In that time, I screamed, laughed, and jumped into Micah’s arms for protection from the terrifying antagonist who seemed to be coming for me.
When we moved to the romantic movie room, I noticed how Micah struggled to stay awake. Unlike me during the horror film, he didn’t show the same enthusiasm.
But this wasn’t something to take too seriously, right?
I understood that most men didn’t enjoy romance movies. To them, they were boring—just love, kisses, and promises, with no action.
It felt as though I had come to the cinema to watch the romance movie alone.
“Micah?” I called, tapping him as the movie ended.
When he woke from his slumber, he looked relieved that it was over. Then, we decided to grab some ice cream and spend more time together before heading home.
We walked to the ice cream van just down the street. It wasn’t far, and the walk gave us extra time to bond, to strengthen our relationship.
As we walked, Micah suddenly gazed up at the sky and said, “You know, as a child, I used to think people actually lived in the stars.”
The sky was full of stars tonight, so I understood why he felt nostalgic.
I chuckled. “People? In the stars?”
“Yes. My mother used to tell me all sorts of stories as a kid.” He laughed, and I saw a smile that made me realize just how handsome he truly was.
“Your mother seems like a fascinating woman. I’d love to meet her,” I said, tightening my hold on his arm and admiring his features.
His smile faded. “She’s dead now.”
My heart clenched. We hadn’t known each other long, but he had never told me his mother was gone. His sad tone, the sorrow in his eyes—it reminded me of my own mother. My backbone, my sweet love. And how that demon, Gabriel, had indirectly caused her death.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
“No, it’s okay,” he interrupted, forcing a smile.
It was clear he had long accepted his mother’s fate. He had buried his pain and built strength from his sorrow. And maybe, just maybe, I needed to do the same.
Gabriel had been arrested. He had been sentenced. He was being punished for his crimes. It was time for me to let go.
“I’m glad you’re okay, Micah,” I said softly.
He squeezed my hand as we reached the ice cream van.
“I want chocolate flavor,” he said cheerfully.
“Of course, chocolate flavor you shall have,” the ice cream man replied with a grin.
“What about you?” he asked me, his smile contagious.
I leaned against Micah’s shoulder, a warmth spreading through me. It felt good to love and be loved again after everything I had been through.