Memoirs of Harmony

ISABELLA YOUNG (SIMULA)

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NAMES INVOLVED IN THIS STORY DOES NOT HAVE ANY CONNECTIONS IN OUR REAL WORLD AND THAT INVOLVES EVENTS AND EVEN PLACES MENTIONED IN THIS STORY AND IF SOME NAMES ARE SIMILAR TO SOMEONE WHO IS STILL LIVING OR DEAD IT'S PURELY COINCIDENTAL. AGAIN THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

R-18

TW: Violence, explicit scenes, and foul words

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There are blurry sceneries that even the clearest eyes couldn't handle. Seeing things deeper than what it seems and seeing things a way an artist could see. But right now, all I can see is God's second creation.

Because in his second creation there's no more corrections, there's no more errors, and there is no such thing as imperfections. Because when it comes to you, he succeeded the art of perfection.

Those are my description when I am asked how I see you, how I see life with you. God knows how I would sell everything just for him to be my last memory.

"Are you sure? You do know na may mga episodes siya, baka saktan ka niya ulit, Bella." I gave her a half smile and patted her head. "I am serious, Bella. Take it seriously."

"If ever he tried to hurt me again, I'll immediately tell you, Celes."

"Promise me that."

"I promise." all I can see is the glint of worries in her eyes. She once saw me with bruises in my arms due to my husband's aggressive actions. "Let's just go inside, minsan na nga lang ako madaan dito sa San Soriano."

"Oh, please lang, we missed you so much! Our barkada is waiting for our Isabella Young."

"Bella! Oh my God! I missed you so much." I chuckled when Jaida hugged me so tight that I suddenly remembered the bruise I have in my shoulder after Samuel got mad. I am not really the type of person who would just let someone hurt me, my friends know that. I am the type of person who will immediately fight back when something is wrong, a person who would bark back.

But things changed and it hurts how there's no way for me to turn back time. To leave everything and just turn it into memories, damn how I wished to be the same old Isabella.

Nilibot ko ang tingin ko sa mga sulok ng lugar kung saan ginaganap ngayon ang birthday ni Jaida. Sa bawat tingin ko ay hindi ko tinatanggal yung ngiti ko dahil sa dami rin ng taong may kilala sa akin.

"Hades." Celes whispered, I turned my gaze to where Celes is looking, and I immediately saw him. One of the San Soriano's princes. "Still looking good as before."

"He's a trouble, Celes. Get over with you admiration over him."

"How can I? But believe me, noon na nag-aaral pa tayo, may gusto siya sa 'yo." umiling ako sa sinabi niya dahil imposible, kahit isang beses nga ay wala akong maalala na nag-usap kami. Except from the fact na I once caught him making out with someone in a cubicle.

Hindi ko namalayan na napatagal na pala ang tingin namin ni Celes sa kaniya, hangang sa lumingon siya sa gawi namin.

And there he is, the San Soriano's trouble. Staring at our side like his eyes were throwing daggers and piercing right through us. There's just this way of staring that every Soriano owns, hindi ko mapaliwanag pero I once felt it when his brother tried to hit on me.

Among all the Sorianos, I familiarized his features. His eyes are deep, his nose is perfect as it is, and those lips fits perfectly with his manly feature. Describing someone's features like a Greek God is cliché, but by just looking to his features, damn all I can say is even Apollo would go down to Earth just to elimante this perfection.