𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 : a Filipino term that means destiny and fate.
A famous ballet dancer, the Prima Ballerina, the graceful dancer, a half-asian dancer, who's adored by many.
Y/n Magindara has dedicated her life to dancing in ballet theaters ever since...
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It was raining again on the next day, and the day after tomorrow, and so on, and yet...she hasn't woken up or even shown any signs. Mrs Magindara was not as workaholic as she used to be. She has been missing meetings, but sometimes late to arrive, because she couldn't leave her daughter alone at the hospital. She hasn't been herself lately and hasn't been much speaking.
Draco too couldn't leave her. He has been visiting her every day at the hospital just to see her and even at night. Mrs Badeaux would even tell him that he should go home and take some rest, especially when he would stay awake at night with lots of Filipino dictionaries with him, learning everything for her, just to read the letter she meant to give to him. He would only go back to his apartment to wash up and eat then the rest of his day was spending his time at the hospital, waiting for her to wake up.
How many days has it been? Has it been 5, 10, 20? No, it wasn't one of those numbers, it had been already a month and yet, there she was, lying in the same bed, no movement from her occurred.
Draco was at his apartment, preparing to visit her at the hospital when suddenly, his eyes caught on a brown leather notebook lying down on his desk. It has this one photo attached to it. His favourite photo. A photo that he had taken because that day was special to him, it was a beautiful moment.
And the photo was no other than her. It was the day when they went to Verona and he had secretly taken a photo of her whilst she was admiring the painting in the museum they visited. He may have struggled confessing to her at that time, but he was able to admire her and see her smile.
He had forgotten about this notebook, the notebook that had all the memories he shared with her, the memories he planned on turning into a book. He had forgotten about it because of how occupied his mind had been lately. He was so busy studying that he forgot to finish his book about her.
His finger traced over the glossy photo and his eyes never left her. He missed those days when he was still able to speak to her, to hear her angelic voice. He missed getting lost in her gorgeous chocolate eyes.
Just looking at her in the picture just brings him back to when they were in Sirmione. She looks much livelier, unbroken, and free. It made him weak. He wished that he had never broken her heart. He wished he had done something for her that day instead of breaking her heart, and now, here they are, waiting for her to wake up.
But of course, this young man will never lose his hope. He knew deep inside of him that she'd wake up, maybe in weeks, months, or in a year, but never years. He wouldn't want that. This feeling made him motivated to go back to writing his book solely about her, praising and describing her in a way that his eyes see her, how she became the apple of his eyes.
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A month and a week has already passed ever since the accident. Draco had been keeping himself busy over that month — talking to her, learning her language to read her letter, and finishing the book dedicated to her. He made some changes to his book. Supposedly, he did really want his book to be an inspiration of hers. A fictional story inspired by her. But now, he made it all about her, not just an inspiration about her.
Draco was seated on a chair next to her hospital bed whilst her mother was on the opposite side and her dearest dog slept on the end of her bed. He was busy reading the dictionary he borrowed from her aunt whilst his hand was holding hers, gently rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb, when suddenly, Mrs Magindara spoke to him.
"I knew she was visiting her father at our Holiday House." She uttered while her eyes were still gazing at her child. "I knew how she would skip her practices for him because she loves her father dearly." She took a pause of silence and then spoke again. "Everything about her just reminds me of her father. Her love for basketball, her smile, her lovely laugh, just everything about her reminds me of him."
"Is that why you didn't have much time for her?" Draco asked softly.
"Just looking at her hurts me...It just made me miss her father more." She sighed. "I was still drowning with grief that I hadn't much time to care for her. I failed to be the mother she needed. I know she hated me and I couldn't blame her for that."
"She never hated you," Draco uttered, which caused Mrs Magindara to look at the young man, who loves her daughter so dearly. "She misses you, ma'am. She loves you very dearly." He smiled. "She didn't tell me, but when she talks about you and her father, I could tell from her eyes how she missed you. How she missed having her parents back like the same old time. She yearns for it every day."
Mrs Magindara slowly turned her eyes back to her unconscious daughter as the sound of the Heart rate monitor occupied their ears during the silence of the atmosphere. She misses her daughter too. She misses her old self when she is still able to look at her child without any pain in her eyes. She wished she hadn't made such acts towards her child, letting the grief take over every time she looked at her daughter. Right now, at this very moment, she promised herself that she would start keeping her attention on her child and finally accept her husband's death after so many years.
"Do you think she's still going to accept me?" She asked.
"Don't worry, ma'am." Draco smiled. "She would gladly accept you."
Mrs Magindara smiled at the young blond man and spoke, "Please do call me Glinda."
