“There’s no such thing like that in love. All it takes is a fated meeting, that’s all. Not everyone’s gonna be a perfect fit, and just because you came earlier doesn’t mean you get to call dibs on anyone. Humans aren’t objects.” Christopher’s lighter made a clicking sound as he closed it. “Do you get it now?” He looked up calmly.
“I-I don’t understand. I’ve always loved you, Chris. Why can’t you love me back?” Monica started crying.
“Because the one I love is Yvonne. And there’s no question about that. I never regret falling in love with her, even if she only has three months left to live,” Christopher answered.
Monica sobbed. She tried to hug Christopher, but he pushed her away. Seeing that, Monica resolved herself. She suddenly unbuttoned her skirt, and it fell to the ground, revealing her naked body.
Monica held Christopher’s face, forcing him to look at her. She was going to kiss him, while I almost barged in. Let him go! I’ll take it from here! I thought.
Fortunately, I managed to hold myself back. I had faith that Christopher could resist any temptation since he did choose to be with me out of all those women out there.
Just when Monica was about to kiss him, Christopher blocked her out with his hand. “Why are you doing this?” he whispered. “Don’t do this to yourself.”
“Chris, am I not feminine enough? Am I not attractive to you?” Monica was already crying. Once again, she went up to Christopher and sat astride on his lap, putting his hand on her chest.
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