“Relationships are mysterious. We doubt the positive qualities in others, seldom the negative. You will say to your partner: do you really love me? Are you sure you love me? You will ask this a dozen times and drive the person nuts. But you never ask: are you really mad at me? Are you sure you’re angry? When someone is angry, you don’t doubt it for a moment. Yet the reverse should be true. We should doubt the negative in life, and have faith in the positive.”
― Christopher Pike, Remember Me
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Chapter 33 “in danger”
[RAVEN’s POV]
“WELCOME BACK MISS FUKUSHIMA!” di naman halata na masaya si mang Philip sa pagbalik ni stupid girl sa bahay.
“Arigatou Philip-san.”
Pinasundo ko si stupid girl sa driver namin. Di ako ang sumundo sa kanya dahil may ginawa ako.
“Akin na yang mga gamit mo.” Mang Philip.
“Kaya ko naman po.”
“Give me your things.” I told her.
“Kaya ko sabi.”
“Tssss. This is my house. My word is a rule.”
“Sige na nga baka magalit ka na naman.”
Una syang naglakad sa akin. And she was looking at the house na para bang naninibago sya o di kayay she find it too nostalgic.
She stopped walking.
“What’s the matter?” I asked her.
“Naalala ko lang yung mga ala-ala natin dito. Nong di pa tayo tapos naging tayo. Witness ang bahay nato sa pag-iibigan natin.”
I smiled when she smiled while reminiscing.
“Tsk. Don’t act like we’re not gonna make any memories anymore.”
Dahil dala dala ko ang mga gamit nya, linagpasan ko nalang sya at kinindatan. I’m really happy na sa wakas dito na ulit sya titira. I’ve been waiting for this day to come.
When I reached her room, syempre don pa rin sa guest room na naging room nya noon, inilagay ko ang gamit nya sa gilid ng kama at umupo ako sa kama nya waiting for her to enter.
Tiningnan nya ang kabuuan ng kwarto and she was shocked to see na walang pinagbago but it’s clean. -_-
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MRB II: "COME BACK TO ME" (SOON TO BE PUBLISHED UNDER LIBPC)
RomanceSa loob ng limang taon, madami bang nagbago? O nakakulong ka pa rin sa nakaraang di mo matakasan? What happens when the past taps you on your back? Will you ignore it? Or welcome it back into your life?
