Empty Space

Dean's P.O.V. SOLROS Artisan Competition 2020 Dean is currently at a meeting as the SOLROS Artisan competition will be starting in a matter of hours. SOLROS artisan competition is held every three years. Their main goal is to gather every artist around the world. The artists should be known and recommended by their respective companies. There are five participants in the group and every participant should have different skills. The artist covered the field of interior designer, furniture designer, fashion designer, painter, and jewel designer. A lot of groups of artists are picked meticulously and they are already in the semi-final. That means there are only three remaining groups. He was bored and wanted to get out but his co-judges are still very active in preparation for the competition. The judges are all young CEO of a large companies. They are also the one who is funding it. When he decided to take a leave that's when the door opens. "Finally..." He felt that an angel

"Do you miss me?" He nods slowly and she blushed as the sun stood high above them."Have you eaten already?" He smiled a little when he saw her blushing. He can't help thinking whether it is the sun that causes her to blush or it is him. He secretly hopes that it's him though.  "No." He said. Rhianne moves away and walks backward a few steps yet his body reacted as if something is missing. He tried to hug her but Rhianne touched her both arms and smiled. "Let's eat." He can't help but smile too. How can he let her down?"So, how was your work?" Rhianne said while they are eating. They are currently eating on the rooftop. They shared a year of relationship and a year of hiding it. This year is the prime and the most crucial moment of his career, he is currently a trainee in managing their family business. He also had a part-time job as a model, with his face and body it isn't a surprise that he is famous. "I'

"I am not sick, I just felt sorry for nagging you." He just nodded but his thought and feelings keep bugging him. After they eat, they go to the counter and paid their meals. Since it is self-service.Then they went to the park and rent a bicycle.They ride one of them, Dean is driving carefully though his mind is full of thought, while Rhianne's hand is on his waist. She momentarily closed her eyes while her hair is dancing in the wind.When they heard that their stomach is going to war they decided to eat the food prepared by Rhianne. It's a combo chicken sandwich and dessert with honey lemon juice and cucumber."Hmmmnnn..." Dean widened his eyes as he taste the sandwich.This is one of the things that I can't let go of when it comes to Rhianne.She makes delicious food a top-notch at that. He felt like crying. Then she looks at him again.Thinking about it makes him feel like a jerk.

She lost track of how long she's staring at the ceiling. One thing is for sure, she's starting to feel that her head throb's, her heart still felt the pain and her mind is in a mess.    Why can’t he move on, he is the one who ends things.    “He still loves me....” She is lying to herself if she admits that she didn’t felt happy but the pain is still there.    She knows that loving a person solely by emotion won’t be enough. Especially if it is Dean, love will never be enough...   Flashback...  “There is nothing you can do right now.” She stared at the floor.   “No! I cannot accept that, you once loved me.. I... I can make you love me again..” She smiled painfully.    Why every time he is near all she can feel is how painful loving this man is.    Missing him, loving hi

“Aurora, you may leave.” Mr. Ernido said. “But..” Her face want to stay, but when he saw Mr. Ernido’s face. Her eyes slowly move and are glued to the ground. “I have to talk to her.” Aurora seems to be frustrated with the situation. Somehow, she said nothing when she left. “Hi, Miss Condes.” I look at him, he looks older than the last time I last saw him. Even his body seems to weigh less. “Why are you here?” I wish that my voice didn’t give away my nervousness. “I just want to clear something.” He said in a serious voice. My heart starts to beat fast and my hand is sweating. My inside feels stuffy as if something wants to come out. This kind of scene felt familiar. Even my heart recognized the needles that spike my heart, slowly yet it goes deeper over time. “I can’t do it anymore, Sir,” I whispered as tears ran down my face while he stood there and watched me silently. “I am sorry for coming back. I thought that I at least pretend that Dean is not here. I know that I am st