Shakia's POV
"Stop." His voice sounded hoarse. It seemed agitated. Ibang iba sa malahayop na boses na nakasanayan ko nitong nakaraang mga araw. Something in me seemed to stirred because of that single word. Throb. A pair of hand stopped me from taking my clothes off.
Nagulat ako nang maramdaman kong kinubabawan niya ako, both of my hands were pinned over my head. I want to lash at this man for no apparent reason.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Just do it already!" I hissed. Nagagalit ako. I shouldn't be. This man is a stranger. A customer picking a shoe on display to fit his tastes. But something feels different with him. I can't explain why but he makes me feel so damn hurt by just breathing the same air as mine in this Godforsaken dark room.
Then something fell on my face. Followed by another and another.
Something wet.
I heard a sniffle.
What?
And stranger than that were the sudden and unexplainable tears teeming from my eyes.
Why? What's happening.
"I finally found you." That declaration was followed by both arms wrapping around me and a face buried on the crook of my neck. Sobs. This man is crying.
Two years ago, I thought life could no longer slice my tear glands to free those Godforsaken salty liquids. But now, like floodgates loosing its pin, the waters came raging out and I cried like I have never cried before.
"Van... Why do you sound like Van?" Sobs racked my body as I uttered that name in a broken voice.
I felt him smile on my neck. "Because I am Van. I'm going to bring you home, Shakia," his voice was filled with so much promise and emotion.
He really is Van. Lalo pa akong naiyak. Nananaginip ba ako? Kung panaginip lang 'to sana hindi na ako magising. Just let me stay here with him.
"Let's go home. They're all waiting for you. Come with me okay?" Naramdaman ko ang paglakbay ng kamay niya tungo sa kamay ko. "Come with me and marry me, Shakia Melendez."
I was stunned. I must have heard it wrong. Mabilis akong naupo. Alam ko na ang lahat ng kwarto dito ay may switch ng ilaw sa ibabaw ng kama kaya inabot ko ito at ilang segundo lang ay binaha na ng liwanag ang buong silid.
There he is. Sitting across me, hair disheveled, intense eyes, three years older but still the same Evankhell. My Dee.
And he is holding a ring.
He is holding a ring.
Reality seemed to give me a hard slap across my cheeks.
He is here. But it doesn't matter. I am never getting out of here. I could never be with him. Not with who I have become.
"A-Anong sabi mo?" I stared at him with wide fearful eyes.
"Marry me. Let me give my everything to you. I can't let you go again, Shakia. Hindi ko kakayaning magising ulit isang umaga na hindi ikaw ang una kong nakikita. Shakia Melendez, will you be Mrs. Hanford?" He held my right hand. He looked nervous.
Napailing ako. I shook my head, and covered my mouth to stifle my sobs. Binawi ko ang kamay ko na hawak hawak niya. "You can't... I can't..."
A slice of pain cut through his dark eyes.
Gustong gusto kong sabihin na 'oo, Van, pakakasalan kita. I will be more than willing to be Mrs. Shakia Melendez Hanford'. But do I deserve that? I have become the very woman Van hated since the very beginning. I have become someone like his mother. Can I take his hand and his life knowing that I don't deserve him?
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