A Woman’s Lifelong Tragedy Written by: Bea Mariel U. Jacaban With his clean cut hair, favorite white polo shirt matched with his usual black slacks and black shoes, Azrael Ian is standing in front of me while smiling widely; holding a cake with lightened candle on top of it. The peaceful atmosphere of our rest house's balcony is pleasing. The shining stars and the whole moon of the evening added light to where we are right now. I slowly walked towards him, of course, with the same level of smile plastered on my lips. As I'm getting nearer to him, I saw him licked his lower lips which resulted in it being more reddish. I didn't expect him to surprise me like this, to exert an effort just for a birthday present which I never asked for. “Happy birthday, my beautiful fiancée. That white dress suits you very well,” he stated, when our distance is already enough for us to be closer. I smiled wide even more. He asked me to blow the candle of my cake, wh...
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