The Billionaire’s Unfulfilled Love

Joshua Point Of View

It was late and the breeze was very cold. The wave is also strong.

I was walking alone on the beach of Matabungkay Beach here in Batangas when I saw Miles there. I started flirting with him but he still doesn’t answer me even though I know he likes me too.

I sat next to it. He didn’t realize that I was sitting. I sighed.

“Do you have a problem?” I ask her. It looked at me. And I saw it crying. My heart skipped a beat at the sight. I don’t want to see her cry and feel sad. I feel hurt and sorry.

“Why?” I asked immediately. There was something in me that suddenly felt compassion for its appearance. I pulled her hand closer to me and hugged her. I caressed his long hair. To comfort.

“I-I don’t know. While I was singing, I felt something strange about me. I’m sad. I don’t have any p-problems. Not even with my family. I guess I’m really swinging.” she said between sobs. It didn’t complain about my hug. My body is hot because of the alcohol. But she was very cold maybe because of the thinness of her clothes and she couldn’t drink. I sighed. Running out of ideas too.

“Next time don’t wear it like that. Wear a jacket if you want that kind of clothes. It’s still very cold. Tsk.” I can’t stop criticizing it. It was silent for a moment.

“Why? doesn’t it suit me?” she asked in surprise.

“Something. It’s just that it doesn’t suit your body. You told me before that you had just recovered from an illness. Your skin is also bad.” I remind her.

“Uhh.”

“We’re different. How come you’re saying something different? You feel sad for some inexplicable reason?” I asked her again. She nodded her head.

“I feel sad and homesick, I don’t know why and where..” she said in a serious voice. She had a heart transplant and my cousin and our friends didn’t know that. Only I knew then.

“Do your emotions change when you get a heart transplant?” I asked her. She nodded. “Well, it’s normal to feel a rollercoaster of emotions. Based on a study.

Having a heart transplant is an emotional experience. Some patients find it very stressful and feel guilty and depressed, while others feel overjoyed. Sometimes, the new medicines you’ll need to take for the transplant can change your mood. That’s normal. And I understand you. So don’t think too much that it’s bad..” I told her..

“Did you know who’s your donor?” I suddenly asked her. She nodded. Maybe so.

“But that’s confidential? Can the recipient know who the donor was?

It is important that you, as a living heart donor, know that all interactions with members of the transplant team are strictly confidential. The living donor team does not disclose any information about the donor to the recipient.” I said. She nodded in response.

“I knew that. But the surgeon told me. Because I asked her. She didn’t refuse since I wanted to make up for my donor. I feel guilty and depressed. But he said he shouldn’t feel guilty because he said it was voluntary.” When she said yes, I nodded..This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ah.. Do you get a moment from your organ donor?” I asked curiously. She was silent. She didn’t answer right away and sighed.

“Yeah. Just lately.” her long litany. I let go of her in my arms. Shee wiped her tears shyly. She stopped crying.

“I know, because I read about that. While seemingly rare, It’s not an unheard-of phenomenon. Some researchers believe it may be possible for donor organs to hold and even pass on the characteristics and experiences of its original owner onto the new recipient, via a process known as cellular memory. That’s what it says.” she added.

We just talked there until two o’clock in the morning. Then I carried her back to our tent.

Besides me, she was the only one in her tent. I suddenly felt nervous. I remembered that Sandro and Lorcan were drunk and the two were very impressed. Who doesn’t? even though she is an easy go lucky girl, she is beautiful and kind.

“Do you mind if I join you on your tent?” none of my own question. He stopped there. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything bad to you. I just remembered that Sandro and Lorcan are very drunk. Maybe they will do something to you.” I explained defensively. I saw the nervousness on her face.

“Did they tell you anything?” she asked. I nodded.

It snorted so I counted. “They were the ones who told the story.” I just said. She nodded then pointed to her tent. “Let’s go?” I nodded then said “I’ll just get my pillow and blanket.” I said seriously. She nodded and I took my blanket and pillow from the tent.

Then I quickly went out so that she wouldn’t be outside for too long. We went straight to her Tent and arranged our place to sleep. I still miss it.

“Are you only now, going to have a boy next door to sleep with?” I asked her frankly. It nodded shyly.

“Really?” I feel like there is some joy within me.

She lay down and turned its back on me. I faced her when I lay down. I can feel my heart beating fast. I set the alarm at 4:30am so that I could go to my tent and continue sleeping. I’ll just accompany her to keep her safe.

Then forced himself to sleep. After our outing, the two of us will go to the Enchanted Kingdom in Hongkong. I don’t understand myself why I want to accompany her and give in.

I didn’t realize that I fell asleep because of the alcohol. The next day I woke up earlier than her because I set the alarm. I went straight to my tent to sleep there.

Good thing I was tired and drunk. I stopped myself from moving him. Only then did I realize that I have high respect for her.

I woke up at eight in the morning. I went out to wash up at the CR of the Resort. Then changed clothes. When I came out, they were eating at the restaurant. I went straight there to eat. Someone approached the waiter to ask about my order. I ordered sun dried octopus. Santorini’s oceans are a platter of delight for seafood lovers from all around the world, and octopus is one of the region’s most cherished delicacies.

But not just any octopus – it must be left to dry in the sun for a day to get the tenderized texture Santorini is so famous for.