"N-Nazareth, y-you're alive..." I said, stuttering.
My eyes didn't leave him. It seemed like I was afraid that any time soon, he would disappear in my eyes, like what I wanted before that I regretted right now. My heart doubled its beat with pain, longing, and regret.
The tears continued to flow down my cheeks. I couldn't stop it. It streamed down as the enormous pain in my heart slowly occurred. It was sudden. It was burning. It was slowly eating me alive with throes.
He was alive.
His eyes went down from the broken pieces of glass. His brows furrowed a bit, then shifted his eyes again to meet my gaze.
Mas lalong bumulusok ang nagraragasang luha sa aking mata.
'Yong tingin niya...
'Yong mga mata niya.
I couldn't see any love from them. It wasn't the same stares that made me recognize his love for me. It wasn't the same. I didn't even see the recognition from it that I was the Hellary he fell in love with.
It was blank and empty.
It was cold.
"B-buhay ka..." ulit ko. Umiling ako at mas lalong humagulgol. I took a step forward, not minding the broken glass that might hurt me.
Wala akong pakialam.
Gusto ko siyang mahawakan.
Gusto ko siyang maramdaman.
The tears blurred my vision, but it wasn't a hindrance. Mabilis akong lumapit sa kaniyang pwesto. Kumunot ang kaniyang noo ngunit hindi ko na iyon pinansin. My trembling hands slowly went up to his face. I caressed it as my heart hammered.
I've felt his warm, sharpened jaw. Ang mata niya ay pinagmamasdan lang ako.
Totoo siya...
He was really alive.
"I w-wish this isn't a dream," I mumbled.
Umigting ang kaniyang panga. His eyes were just watching me. I could hear his deep breath from my place. Nanlaki ang mata ko nang tapikin niya ang kamay ko paalis sa kaniyang mukha.
"What the fuck?"
His deep voice awakened me. It changed a lot.
"Hala puta! Ano nangyari!" I heard Ange's voice. She immediately went to us. Nanlaki ang kaniyang mata.
"Putangin—" Lumunok siya. "Sir! Akala po namin hindi ka uuwi!"
Binalingan ni Nazareth nang tingin si Angelita. Hindi ko tinanggal ang mga mata ko sa kaniya. I just couldn't imagine that he was alive, in front of me.
"Aalis rin ako bukas," aniya, his voice was cold and deep. "Clean the mess, please."
At umalis na siya roon. Umakyat na siya ng hagdan habang iniwan akong nakatulala.
"Bakla ka! Anong ginawa mo?" Ange's voice awakened me from my deep thoughts. "Ikaw ba ang nakabasag nito? Naku, nakakahiya kay Sir. Bad impression ka agad."
Hinanap ko ang aking boses. "S-Siya ang a-amo?"
Nilingon ako ni Ange habang kinukuha niya ang walis at dust pan. "Oo 'te. Gwapo 'no? Sarap pa."
Hindi ko na pinansin ang biro ni Ange. Pumunta na lamang ako sa kwarto, nakalimutan ang balak. I wasn't able to sleep all night. Andami kong inisip. Pigil ang sarili akong umiyak sa banyo sa takot na baka magising si Kye.
"K-Kye, please be a good boy, ha?" I said. I caressed his face as I heard his little snores. Patuloy ang pagbagsak ng luha sa aking mata.
Kinabukasan ay namamaga ang mata ko pagkagising. Tulala ako nang kumilos ako para maligo. This time, I didn't wake up early. Nauna pa ngang gumising sa akin si Kye.
BINABASA MO ANG
Under His Hoodie
Humor(Published under Pop Fiction) Hellary Angeles was head over heels for her long-time crush, Neo. And her obsession with him reached the point where she moved to the school where he transferred. But that new school had a myth - if a student talked t...
