If there were pictures of Trey when he was younger with his cousins that he's still around with today, meaning he really isn't Noah at all. They are absolutely different people.The album was the clear proof that I was really wrong thinking and hoping that Trey was my late fiancé Noah. Trey grew up in a wealthy family, well-provided, and had cousins with him, while Noah, on the other side grew up in an orphanage, alone, parentless, definitely not rich, and without a family to call his own.This maybe is the realization that from now on I should really stop linking Trey to my first love because he is not Noah and Noah isn't Trey. They are different from each other and grew up with very opposite life privileges.At home, I prioritized my cat and served him the cat food that Trey had given. Happily, my dear cat seemed to enjoy eating it.The next morning at school, I was walking in the corridor when I saw Barbara walking ahead, so I decided to walk faster to get to her and talk after wha

(Trey’s POV) "Don't go…" I didn't know why I was following this particular girl again… She had black mid-length straight hair, fair skin, and an average height with a bit of a skinny body, but her curves were in the right places. She continued walking away as if she didn't hear me. I wouldn't know if she really hadn't heard my voice or if she just chose to ignore it and pretend as if she didn't notice… "Who are you? Can you please turn around so I can see you clearly?" I continued talking to her. Each attempt to speak with her seemed to put more space between us... It was like there were invisible walls that hindered me from getting near to her. The wind blew, and it felt so cold I almost hugged my body. Her hair swayed in a lovely motion. She was still going as if nothing had stopped her or affected her, not even the cool breeze of air or the roaring of the waves at the shore. She was getting further and further out of my line of sight as she left. It seemed like invisible t

Jacque's eyes widened in shock and pain. She tried to remove my hand from choking her but to no avail."T-Trey, w-what are you doing? I c-can't breathe…" She was almost running out of her oxygen."Don't try to flip the story. I saw what happened exactly. It was you who started to mess with her."She could not answer and just cried, begging to be freed.Harshly, I released her free so that she could respond.She coughed many times and held her neck, trying to catch her breath. She was almost pale."Leave her alone, or else I will kill you. Do you understand?"When she looked at me, she was still gasping for air. "Why do you even care about her? She's just a newbie on campus! And why would you hurt a woman as vulnerable as me just to warn not to mess with her again? Have you not seen it? She literally was able to get back at me so what you did now was totally unnecessary!""Don't question me back! Just f*cking answer, b*tch!" My voice thundered.She flinched in fear and nodded involunta

I met Mrs. Aurora for the first time, and just like her daughter, she mistook me for being Camila's ex-lover—Noah…"Noah! It's you! Where have you been all this time? My daughter has been looking for you for years!”Uh oh, I felt a little awkward, but I had no choice but to endure it."We all thought you were dead already—""Mom, that's enough." Good thing Camila explained to her that I am not him and I'm a different person.Soon, Mrs. Aurora realized her mistake and humbly apologized for it. I did not take it to the bones, though, so I forgave her.Camila introduced us to her mom, and likewise, she introduced her mother to us.Lucky Noah for having met Camila and her mom earlier than I did. D*mn it!Sitting at our table not very far from theirs, Camila and I often caught each other's stares and glances. And I also knew her mother had been observing the two of us as if getting intrigued about what was the real score between her daughter and me…But of course, as usual, Camila would im

"Here's the copy of your photo, Trey." Luis handed me the printed copy of the photo where Camila and I were on it. This was the time that he asked Camila and me for a shoot because he was randomly taking pictures of the happenings during the Science Fair event for documentation and maybe for the next article he would write. I intended to find him to ask if I could have a copy of the photo taken after I had a casual chitchat with Camila while she was on her post on the activities she was assigned to lead. I accepted it and thanked him, "Thanks, Luis." "No problem, man." He nodded, smiled, and then tapped my shoulder. It wasn't so long before he left, and I was alone, still standing there. I looked at the photo of me with Camila. I found my forefinger gently caressing her smiling face on it. Why do I feel like we really actually look good together in one frame? I suddenly remembered when I talked to her earlier, and I asked how her newly adopted fur is doing now. She told me he