Lie To Me novel Chapter 11

I sighed.

Reysa had given me chances to think about it thoroughly, but I didn’t listen. Am I prioritizing what I feel and ignoring what my brain is saying — or is even my brain deaf and blind to all of this?

I do not know.

Maybe I was really a fool in love to ignore all the reminders of my friends, so now this is me, there is nothing to do but accept all their criticism.

"You got Renz waiting for you until you are ready to give him a chance. Glen also has feelings for you, but he won't pursue you now because he respects what you and Russell have. Ja, you have three options-well, I don't want you to think that these guys that are head over heels to you are options but you see, you got them. It is your decision whom you will choose, just be sure about the decision you will make." She reminded me.

But I chose the wrong one.

I chose that person who repeatedly ignored me rather than that person I was willing to wait for just to give me a chance.

I chose the person who just wasted all the opportunities I gave him over the person who valued and respected my every decision.

And why whenever we are given the opportunity to think and choose for ourselves, you are always wrong about what we want to get.

Why even with face-to-face evidence that we should not choose that thing, we are still tempted and that is still the choice.

Even if it is wrong, even if we know it will be wrong but we are still feeding on temptation.

I sighed.

But no matter how many times I regret my decisions, nothing will happen, it's over, this is the result.

That when I think I'm okay, that I can face the person again without crying, that I can admit that I made a mistake before but will not do it again and then I will try.

Why every time I can convince myself that it's okay, okay and move on I always convince myself that I can't.

"mother... fucker." I uttered to myself

Russell-fucking-Perez is in front of me. Just an empty table apart and there he is, sitting and looking at me with that passive expression.

Fucking shit.

I quickly gathered my things and ran inside the coffee shop. I'll take care of the coffee I ordered; he'll just take it if he wants. After all, that's also his favorite coffee.