A month have passed, I kept on breaking glasses in my room while Warren continued to work and cook me food. I also did not visited my parents since then. I didn't contact anyone. This is how I cope with my big problems. I only have one and a half month before my wedding.

Everything seemed fresh. I still couldn't process the fact that my own parents didn't supported me with my choice, but I understood their point yet I don't feel the love with Warren anymore.

I clutched my phone from my pocket and dialed Oliver's number. I think it is time to go back to the real world. I looked at the time and just noticed it's already dawn.

"Come on, answer my call..." I mumbled as my screen displayed Oliver's name and number. In not less than a minute, he answered my call.

"Hey, I just dropped your father in his office. Are you alright? You were not answering my calls and your house seemed empty," he sighed heavily.

My heart clenched with guilt for my detachment to the world whenever I feel indecisive, "I'm sorry, I was just preoccupied."

"What's wrong?"

Upon hearing that, I stood up and dragged my hand across my face while looking the sunny sky outside. "Do you wanna go out?"

I heard him chuckle, "Are you sure? You can tell me your problems afterwards. Where do you wanna go?"

A sly smile plastered on my lips. Hearing his voice after a while made my heart light and carefree. "Somewhere dark."

His laugh became louder and can't even respond to what I said, "Why are you laughing? What are you thinking Oliver?"

"Mi Amor, contain yourself."

This time, I was the one who's laughing hard. I held on to my drawer while wiping tears of laughter in my eyes, "W-what? I am pertaining to go see the movies."

"Oh, we already went to the movies last time. Don't you wanna go to the beach to watch the sunset?" He sounded disappointed.

"Hmm, I don't know what to say to Warren."

"I'll get you home before 7 PM. I'll be there in five." By the time he dropped the call, I saw Warren walking towards the house.

I rapidly fixed my hair and did some light make up. Along with that, I wore a bikini and topped it with a silken dress. 

Suddenly, I heard three soft knocks at my door in this room. "Babe? Are you alright? Are we alright? There's a pile of broken glasses in front of your window. Talk to me please."

I roamed my eyes around my room. There were several boxes of wine glass by my bed.  My attention was diverted when a paper passed down beneath the door. I picked it up and read.

Tell me what's wrong. We can fix this like before. Can we talk, Emily?

Love, 

Warren

At this point, I didn't know what to do. I loved to be with Oliver, but Warren and I were already engaged. I grabbed a ball pen from my tote bag and wrote: I need more time.

He could feel it. I could feel it. Our foundation in love has started to crumble.

I tucked the paper from beneath and made light footsteps towards the window. Slowly, I held in tight at the sides and escaped my room through the window. With much caution, I stepped aside to avoid the shards.

The moment I run to the highway, Oliver's car halted in front of me. I rode there quickly and panted, catching my breathe.

The whole ride, I was preoccupied by my thoughts of what my decision would be. My mind said that I should continue the wedding, but my heart said no. I knew Oliver sensed my vibe, so we didn't talk. Although, it was not awkward. I shouldn't pull Oliver into this mess.

We got there at a perfect timing and sat on the sand as we watch the scenery. The sun was about to set as it poured out its brilliant hot oranges and reds into the horizon like a pot of molten lava.

"I tried talking to my parents and they got mad at me. I'd like to cancel the wedding," I bluntly uttered without even looking at him. I sensed him glance at me with amused look but I chose to stare at the sun.

"You did that for me? For us?" he asked.

I let out a sigh and held my fingers tightly, "I did that for him. He doesn't deserve me and I know he'll never forgive me."

I felt his hand on top of mine and heard him say, "I-I don't know what to say, are you sure with this? What are you gonna do next? You said, your parents got mad."

"That's why I was too preoccupied. It's hard for me to decide, but I'll try to talk to them once more." I held his hand to assure him. At this time, I don't think it's lust that drove me to Oliver. 

"Why don't you try calling them now?" he suggested.

The flecks of golden sunshine mingled with the few wispy clouds in the sky. The azure sea overhead showed no signs of rain. It was the perfect weather for our site seeing. I snatched my phone and dialed my mother's number, "Hey, mom. I tried to think about it and I think I have decided."

"What's that? We were worried about you. Warren went here to report what happened. As much as we would like to go there, Warren said he'll handle it. How's things  going?" Mom responded.

"Uhm I don't think I can continue this anymore..." A tear flowed down my cheek that glistened from the sun's rays.

She became silent for a moment then cleared her throat, "We've talked about this. Honey, I am concerned with you. Have you told Warren about this?"

"Not yet." Another tear strolled. Oliver cupped my cheek and wiped the tears.

I felt the bile from my throat and more tears flowed. The burden on my shoulders was heavier than yesterday. Before mom could speak I replied in voice that doesn't seemed like crying. I don't want her to see my like this. She always wanted a perfect wedding for me. "I'll talk to him, bye."