Struggling with depression and a stalled career, Molly, a once-promising writer stumbles upon a mysterious file titled 'Where Dead Dreams Go'. On a whim, she follows its lead to Damgo Island where she meets Golda, a quirky chairwoman and a cancer su...
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The stars in the night that we see are like looking at the past which will never be undone and already dead, but keep looking for a life. There's a star that never dies.
Chapter 1: The Writer, the Teacher, and the Survivor
Molly's P.O.V.
If I were to write a scene for a chapter's opening, I think it would be very cliche to begin it in a cemetery, visiting a dead loved one. A gloomy and boring beginning for a writer's own story.
That's exactly where I am right now. Sa isang pamilyar na lugar kung saan ay minsang umalingawngaw ang isang tugtog na hindi mo aakalaing pwede pala, isang kaindak-indak na musika na hiniling niya sa amin bago siya mawala.
"Hi, Cole," bati ko sa kanya matapos kong maitulos ang sinindihan kong kandila.
Umupo ako sa damuhan habang nakaharap pa rin sa kanyang puntod na kumupas matapos ang limang taon.
I smiled even though it was hard. Besides, not all smiles mean happiness, not all smiles are real.
I had to smile for him because I don't want to let him down.
Noong nabubuhay pa siya, palagi niya akong binubulabog sa tuwing makikita niyang may bahid ng kalungkutan ang mukha ko. He immediately can tell whether I'm worried about the past and the future and I always wonder how.
Well, that's the one and only Chrysocolla Manzano. The most eccentric guy I knew, and the only person who taught me to have the courage to pursue my dreams.
I felt my lips smiling widely as I remembered all those memories with him. Kahit na tila ang lakas maka-traydor ng oras dahil sa isang iglap lang ay hindi mo aakalaing isa, dalawa—hanggang sa maging limang taon na pala ang lumipas.
At sa pagitan ng mga panahong nawala siya hanggang sa kasalukuyan, naroon akong mag-isa na lumaban para sa mga pangarap ko. I fought for my dreams, it was worth it most of the time, but lately...
I heaved a deep sigh before closing my eyes. Sa isip ko'y sinibukan kong iimahe na nakaupo rin siya sa damuhan kaharap ko. Malinaw na malinaw ko pa rin siyang nakikita mula sa mga alaala ko. He's still the same, his mossy and messy hair, the rock star clothing, the familiar masculine scent, and his beaming smile.
In my mind, I tried to imagine him speaking with me, like the usual old friends catching up after so many forgettable years.
"Hi, Molly girl," his greeting was happy yet tender.
"Hi, weirdo." He grinned the way he used to.
"Kamusta ka na? Bakit ang tagal mo nang hindi dumadalaw? Nilulumot na 'yung puntod ko rito, oh." I imagined him saying that in a playful manner. Cole being Cole.
