Parallel Hearts (Parallel Trilogy 1)

Heart 4

Heart 4

If only I can scream how I feel right now, I would probably do. He's kneeling in front of me while treating the small graze on my knee. Nakakailang na nakakakilig ang pwesto namin ngayon. I can't help staring on his face.

If only we can stay like this, forever...

"Done," sambit niya habang inaayos ang pagkakalagay ng band aid sa siko ko. Hindi ko namalayan, tapos na pala.

"Thank you, Vren."

"That's the first." Lumingon siya sa akin saglit bago muling ipinagpatuloy ang pag-aayos ng mga ginamit niyang panggamot. "Still, you're always welcome, Misha."

Napakunot ako. "What do you mean by, 'first'?"

"Remember the last time I healed your wound?" Isinara na niya ang kit bago umupo sa tabi ko.

"Not really."

"Nevermind then." He heaved a sigh before storming out of my room.

Naguguluhan akong tumitig sa pintuan kung saan siya lumabas. Did I offended him? I just said the truth. I don't remember any...

Inakala kong hindi na siya babalik sa kwarto matapos ang mahigit kalahating oras na wala siya. Halos mapatalon pa tuloy ako sa gulat nang ang iritadong mukha niya ang bumungad sa akin pagbukas ng pinto. He just looked at me before he entered my room without getting permission.

"I-is there something wrong?"

"None." Pinagkurus niya ang mga braso sa harap ng dibdib niya bago huminga ng malalim. "They're doing it again."

"Doing what?" naguguluhang tanong ko.

"Old school cupid role playing," he said in a bored tone.

Palihim akong napahinga ako ng malalim. Siguro kung pareho lang kaming may sobrang yaman na pamilya at naging uso sa amin ang arranged marriage, baka sakaling... baka sakaling mahalin din niya ako? Both of our mother want us for each other. Ilang beses na nga ba nila kaming inasar sa bagay na iyon? I lost count.

I was about to ask a follow up question when his eyes suddenly darted on my study table. Lumingon din ako doon pero wala naman akong nakitang interesanteng bagay.

"You're still doing scrapbook?"

Tumango ako. So, that colorful notebooks got his attention. Simula pa noong bata ako, mahilig na akong gumawa ng mga scrapbook. I found every color interesting in my eyes. Arts and crafts are one of the several things I always love to do.

"Can I see that one with blue color theme?" Itinuro niya ang nasa pangalawang notebook mula sa salansan ng mga scrapbook.

Agad naman akong tumayo para lumapit doon. Mabuti nalang dahil tinabi ko ang scrapbook na naglalaman ng puro pictures ni Vren. The scrapbook that may passed as his timeline, I guess.

"You're still singing?" tanong niya habang nakatingin sa picture ko na nakasuot pang-choir. That photo was taken a year ago when I was chosen as one of the choir member of our school.

"Yes, but not always. I'm just singing when I need to." Umangat ang tingin ko sa kaniya mula sa scrapbook. "How about you?"

If I would describe Vren's voice, I would literally say that he has an angelic voice, without exaggeration. His voice got that calming effect for me. But he's always afraid to show it.

We are in fourth grade that time when our music teacher asked us to sing on our school Christmas party celebration. Matinding pag-ayaw ang ginawa niya dahil hindi niya kayang kumanta sa harap ng maraming tao. Pero kahit na ganoon, sinubukan niya pa rin. But he failed...