Runaway Groom (Groom Series Book 1) (English Translation)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Hugo

"Sir, we're here."

A flight attendant woke me up. I scratched my eyes before checking the time on my watch. It's the 29th of October.

"Thank you. Can I have a can of Coke before I leave?"

"Of course, sir."

"Thanks."

She then left to get my Coke. Our private plane owned by my family just landed here in Spain.

My heart is still heavy. I have asked the Lord and all the saints I know to let these all be just a dream. But no matter how I wish for it, nothing else can be done. Because everything that happened was true. Everything was real.

On my way back here, I did nothing but cry and blame myself.

I can't help but blame myself for not being beside Hughie when he died. What were his lasts words? What were his last wishes? That I don't know.

I blame myself for wasting my time going back to the Philippines. I fucking wasted my time. On the wrong person. Only to find out that Mew was cheating. And what was his reason?

He could not share me with Hughie?

Who told him that he was sharing me with Hughie? Who gave him that idea?

He had all of me for him. I was his, and his alone.

What I did for Hughie was what a friend would do for a sick friend. And he was not just any friend. He was Hughie for Pete's sake!

Hughie was not sharing me with Mew.

And Mew was so selfish to even think of that! He wasted my time. He wasted the time I should have just devoted to Hughie. Fuck!

At first I felt hurt with what Mew did to me. But when I found out that Hughie died, all the pain because of Mew suddenly faded. All I could ever feel was the pain of losing a friend.

Mew really does not deserve my love. And I don't deserve his kind of love. I deserve more. I deserve better. And Hughie deserved better too.

It was afternoon in Spain when the plane landed at Barcelona airport. I went straight to Tita's house where Hughie's body was laid.

I was so hesitant and did not want to go in at first because I was not sure if I could handle it. I am uncertain if I could bear the sight of Hughie inside a coffin. It would surely break my heart. That is if it wasn't broken yet.

For three years, I've seen how jolly Hughie was as a person. He was the most thoughtful man I have ever met. He was the kindest. The bravest. And above all, he loved me so much.

He was a great loss. But no matter how much it pains me, all I can do is accept it.

While I was inside the taxi leaving BGC, I waited for Kuya Dominic to take it back and say that it was just a prank. But to my heart's shatter, it was not.

Eventually, I forced myself to enter the house, hands trembling, and knees so weak.

My heart was surely in pieces. It was truly heartbreaking.

And there he was. Inside his coffin. Lying there lifeless but still very much handsome.

I could not help but cry as I approached him. I shook my head, still in disbelief.

"I'm so sorry, Hughie. I'm sorry if I was not beside you when you died."

I hate myself so much. I wasn't there. I wasn't there during the last seconds of his life. I wasn't there for him.