As weeks passed by, my master and lady Meghan have been occupying themselves with their so called project that my master; himself have been dreaming of, and he will sacrifice everything just to make it happen. And I, sometimes wonder, what kind of project are they up to, that master was so reluctant on making it happen.

And as weeks goes on by also, these strange habits I've been performing has brought me on edge. Mood swings, sudden cravings, throwing up mania first thing in the morning and I've been feeling stressed but at the same time sensitive in certain things and area. And I am having that hunch about what Mark has told me that maybe I was pregnant.

"Your eating mangoes so early in the morning Lay... wouldn't be bad for an empty stomach?" Lewel informed me while smashing some potatoes on a bowl while Morgan washed plates.

"I guarantee its the best breakfast I've had these past few weeks." I replied and resume munching on my mangoes.

While I was busy eating, Lewel and Morgan too started munching, when suddenly the door burst open revealing a panting Mark, like he just chase down a horse on the race. Our heads snap to him and gave out a confuse look.

"Are you okay kid? You look like you just run away from a beaver." Morgan sassed while laughing hard on the bat and later on, me and Lewel also took it as a humor. But his words was not that were laughing at. It's his laugh. Its just like a virus spreading to us.

"So what's with the hurry Mark?" I gestured to him with my mangoes on hand, and he trotted inside the kitchen.

"Lay... you got invited back to the school. It seems here that..." he trailed off, examining the paper he got with him and reading it. "It's a gathering of each batch top student butler." He stated. I heard Lewel and Morgan whistled in appreciation.

"So its only for me? Why're you reading it?" I asked and gave him a suspicious look.

"Well..." he trailed off as he scratch the back of his head in embarrassment. "It's a letter from the academy, and I suddenly got curious and read it. I'm sorry." I laugh at him.

"It's okay. Even if its a letter of threat I will always let you read it, You are like brother to me, so you should know about my whereabouts and doings." I informed and that made him smiled widely at me, well almost crying I must correct.

"So when shall I leave?" I asked. Mark wiped the snot off of his nose and turned to me.

"Well, tomorrow, that's what the letter says." He informed and I stood up, grabbing the bowl I was eating with my mangoes and deposit it on the sink.

"Why did they invite me?" I asked while washing my hands.

"Well, the royal family will be visiting this Friday, and the academy wants the best butler to be there to serve the family." Mark stated while reading the now cramped paper due to him clutching it tight with him while running like a lunatic just to deliver this message.

"Okay, so before I leave, I need to asked permission first to master." I informed while wiping my hands then suddenly, Mary, one of the maids, entered the kitchen.

"Ummm, Lay, master calls for your presence." She informed me while fumbling on her apron and her vision darting everywhere, a pinkish blush creeping on her cheeks.

"Just what you need Lay." The three other boys in the room said in chorus then whistled in the end. I throw the white cloth that I used to wipe my hands to Mark and grinned at him, making Lewel and Morgan snicker.

Well, Mary's a new recruit here in the household, and she just confess to Mark, which made Mag really furious. So the lady hasn't been coming home for awhile. We can't also fire her because she was employed as a contract under my master and not lady Mag. But in a few years, she'll be kick out of here. And for the time being, we would always tease Mark and her.

I walk down the long corridor while tidying up my gloves on my fingers and dusting my suit. Hey, I'm a butler, I should look good. After walking on the long hallway, I came to a halt in front of a huge double door and knock two times, but there was no reply so I started to wonder.

"Master? It's Lay. I heared you required for my presence?" Still no reply.

"Master...?" I asked again and gave the door a suspicious look before backing a few feet away from the door. I pulled out my pocket watch out of my coat and flip the cover looking for the time.

"Maybe he's not here." I mumbled to myself and retreated from the door. Maybe I'll just head out to the garden.

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"Red."

"White."

"Red!"

"White!"

"Reeeeeed...!!!"

"Whiiiiite...!!!"

Mark and Morgan has been bickering for a minute now when I asked them what color of rose master would like to have around his office to make it more livelier, not some morgue. I breath a sigh and realize if I don't choose earlier right now, they might start throwing punches at each other now.

"I'll be taking the red and white roses guys, so stop fighting like some bears who haven't eaten anything for a hundred years." I chimed in which made them stop instantly from their ranting and quickly grab the flowers from their grasps.

I leave them in the garden with a smirk and head back inside the mansion. Arriving in the kitchen, I pulled out an empty vase and filled it with water. Grabbing some scissors, I begun cutting the thorns from the rose's stem and placing them on the vase with a water. After that, I walk out of the kitchen and brought my feet in front of master's huge double door again, which is his room. I looked at the flowers in front of me and smiled. Mom was right.

"Flowers can make a person smile."

I knock on the hard wood thrice until I heared someone else's muffled voice inside and that made me wonder. Who could that be? Master never let anyone inside his room, except for me since I'm his personal attendant, and -ehem- his lover ??

Hehe... I laugh at that one. Ehem.

My face etched in confusion and begun wondering when suddenly I heard a loud crash and was immediately followed by creaking noises and muffled sounds of voices. I begun to panick on what's going on inside so without hesitation I barged right in.

"Master!!! Wha... what the fuck?!" I heared the shatter of the vase I was holding and I froze right on my spot. Eyes wide and body trembling. Here I was dreaming a happy ending with him but only to be shattered just like the vase that I was holding a few seconds ago.

There lay on the bed my master underneath Lady Meghan, riding my master to the extent level that even porn addicts thinks it was very disgusting to watch.

I felt my world shatter, my mind a complete blank so without further ado, I run and run wherever my feet would take me to while my tears kept on flowing out of my eyes.

It hurts, you know?

It hurts to think that you've already fallen so hard with him that its hard to let go and be away from him just even for a second. And its so bitter to think that you had already promised a life with him but only to end up with the famous quotation, "Promises are made to be broken".

I guess I was really wrong.

I should've listened to what my conscience had told me to. Now that I have witnessed it right before my eyes, I think I now know what the answer is, the answer to this feeling that's bugging me when this entire romantic disaster happened to me.

In the first place, all he did was to toy with me, making me to believe that he loves me till I fall for him and dumped me immediately by humping some other peoples holes. Isn't it a wonderful way to dumped people... isn't it?

Because of the thousand questions that's been swarming on my brain, I didn't even realize I was already pulling my clothes into my suitcases. I just need to get out of here. I can't tolerate being in the same roof with the man I first love who also the only person who made me hope so much until he ends up breaking my heart into million pieces.

It hurts ......