Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Warm breeze. I inhaled deeply as I stepped out from my car. It has been years since I have been in my home country. The Philippines. I looked around and smiled as the memories seemed to flash like a movie right before my eyes.
"Welcome back to Boracay Island, Miss Ashley," one of our hotel staff greets me as he hands a buko juice and a flower necklace. "Thank you," I muttered. He leads me to my room and helps me get settled. "If there's anything you need, Miss Ashley, just give us a call," he said before he left. I smiled and nodded.
Three years. A lot has changed since I last came here.
No one knows that I came back, for good. I walked along the shoreline thinking on how will I start again in this place I call home. It excites and scares me at the same time.
The night is calm. I can feel the salty air in my skin, gently blowing my hair. The waves are slowly crashing, creating a rhythm that matches my heartbeat. I look up to the moon that seems unbelievably near tonight. Settling on the far side of the sandbar, I quietly sat and sipped my margarita.
And thought about him.
He has been one of the greatest reasons why I am here. He has been my inspiration. He has been my best adventure. He has been my answered prayer, given at the wrong time.
Chris André Villarama.
How can I forget how I got speechless when I first saw him in person? Oh God.
Six feet tall. Slim and toned body. Messy tousled black hair. Greek-sculpted nose. Killer jawline. Thin lips. Perfect white teeth. And his eyes? They are so expressive and will leave you feeling hypnotized. I am not exaggerating. He is like a Greek god brought to life.
I snap out from the memory. I don't know how many hours have passed. The surface of the ocean is starting to sparkle as the first rays of the sun emerge.
I waited for the sunrise. The place is so serene that's why it is always referred to as a paradise; with trees perfectly lining the shore, fine white sand, deep blue ocean, and warm temperature. It really makes me think straight. And now, I know how I'll face him without showing how much I missed him.
"Bonjour, mon rayon de soleil, (Good morning, sunshine!)" I greet myself in front of the mirror. My stay in Paris has been one hell of a ride. It was my childhood dream to read a book in a coffee shop with the Eiffel Tower in view. Who would have thought that I'll be living three years of my life in my dream place? And not only that, I was also able to walk the Paris Fashion Week and grace magazine covers during my stay there. A dream come true. The dream I never thought I had.
And he was one of the most beautiful things who made me realize my potential.
I smiled at the thought.
Ashley Xanea Barcillan.
I still can't believe that my name will be known in Paris. I still feel nostalgic remembering the first time I heard it from the foreign land that has once been only in my dreams.
Who would have thought?
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