Last Of Me

n and concern wash over him. It had been a full day since he last attempted to contact Nicky, but h

elp but wonder why Nicky seemed to have no interest in planning for

isit to Nicky's parents. Surely they would have some ins

n home. The unanswered calls and lack of communication were starting to take their toll, and R

donning a traditional Filipino Barong. Like many Filipino men, he had always dreamed of

eeply committed to fulfilling his father's goal of seeing him happily married. This

r beauty taking his breath away. He could hear the Father's words, permitting him to kiss the bride in front of their lov

linger in Reese's mind. While he wanted to believe that Nicky had simply been planning a

ing they weren't telling him, and he was determin

icky, and quickly. He had scoured the city. His mind ra

Nicky's phone rang and she answered his call. Relief flood

ll much to uncover. He was determined to get to the bottom of things

ully when Nicky finally answered his call. "Did you take

culine voice. It was a guy who had answered the pho

said unintenti

You're interrupting our fun he

e she could do that to him. Was she wasn't thinking about their upcoming weddin

nn of Dream. His mind was preoccupied with confusion as he recalled the convers

ese was approached by a receptionist who i

n who was with Nicky was of German national

eel a sense of unease. With his ear pressed against the closed door, R

erk! too much, once victimized by Arexia's dishonesty, and here a victim of Nicky's wickedness and infidelity. This was too

ized that Nicky after all was just a piece of trash for

g that everyone dreamed of him. Que Lastima! Too depressed for h

he face. He stopped the car in front of Aijaxlife Bar, hoping to drown his sorrows in alcohol and forget the events of the

nd he couldn't shake the feeling that he had let someone down. His mind raced with thoughts of what he co

Por Favor." He requested. The ba

hristmont," Matt

down that alcohol wouldn't solve his problems, but he couldn't face the reality of h

ughts. He watched as others laughed and enjoyed the company of their friends, but he

s bartender friend. What he was refer

recalled something. "Ahmm... become husband next week, and soon to be a Dad. How the hell wil

ys collector, my ass," he muttered under his breath. He t

ge the subject. He couldn't help but feel jaded about the whole institution

connection with someone, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to commit himself to another person. The thought of set

eem too sure about the wedding? What's on your mind?"

ing to be celebrated next week," he said, enj

ck. "You're sick! What's wr

"Blame someone you know who's going through a midlif

lighten the mood. "Slut," he jo

t today, I found out that she was with that f*cking German, convalescing. I

e had given his all to the relationship, but it seemed like it wasn't enough. The

g, perhaps."

en inches, want me to shov

reason," he inquired while po

ng out things. "I supposedly rough, and eat her, bite her unti

e at the bar, consuming multiple alco

ymptoms such as a headache and dizziness, whic

to seek shelter at a nearby hotel. However, as he made th