Warning: this story contains dark theme about depression, sex, violence, and language that may trigger emotional trauma to people who experienced the same. Read at your own risk.
Beauty is a gift from God, or so they say. Bethany Chaleir De Vera lea...
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Nineteen: Disappointed
That night, we drank and sang and danced to our hearts' content. That night, I was able to share my frustrations without reservations.
That night, I spent it with strangers whom I have considered my friends. It really is never about how long you have spent your time with someone, but it's about how you felt when you opened yourself to them.
The next morning, we made sure to watch the sunrise together... our first sunrise as a couple. We kissed under the first crack of the morning rays, and he took a picture of our tattoo with the ombré sky in the background.
"Hi, sexy," he winked at me when he saw me wearing only my two-piece swimsuit.
"Catcalling," I rolled my eyes at him.
Hinarap niya ako sa kan'ya, and when his hand touched my bare waist, I felt a jolt of electricity inside me. Napahawak ako sa leeg niya to keep myself balanced. What the hell!
He chuckled sexily, then he planted a kiss on my nose. "Akin ka ba talaga?"
I rolled my eyes again and slapped his arm playfully. Napakabolero ng chinito!
We had a nice and quick dip in the beach. He took a lot of pictures and I meant, a lot of pictures of me! Ang adik niya lang, halos maubos na memory ng camera niya na puro ako lang ang laman.
We made sure that we did not leave anything behind but footprints; we even volunteered to pick up some of the trash of those irresponsible tourists.
Hindi ko talaga ma-gets kung gaano kahirap ang itago muna ang basura sa bulsa dahil ang isang maliit na plastic ay maraming napapatay na buhay sa ilalim ng dagat. I wish everyone knew this. So we did our best to grab all the trash we could find. Kahit iyong mga kasamahan namin kagabi ay sumunod sa ginagawa namin.
Just before lunch, we joined a pottery lesson. And I wasn't really that good with my hands. Ngumuso ako habang pinagmamasdan ang maputik na kamay ni Art na humuhulma sa paso. He was biting his lip, clenching his jaw, and furrowing his brows. Naka-topless siya kaya kitang kita ang bawat pag-flex ng kan'yang braso. Natawa ako sa itsura niya, chinito at laging nakakunot ang noo.
I gave up with my mold at tumayo ako para lumapit sa kan'ya. When I sat beside him, he relaxed his face and smiled at me. Using my palm, I placed it on his cheek until there was a hand-shaped mud on it.
"Pano ba yan, you're already marked by me," I said proudly.
Nalaglag ang panga niya at agad na gumanti sa akin. Using two fingers, he created two lines on both my cheek so that now, I look like a native Indian. He even put mud on my eyebrows and created a unibrow and now I look like a troll.
