As the plane finally landed, I took my aviator off.
I closed my eyes, and felt the air.
Fresh.
Home.
I'm home.
Naramdaman ko ang kamay na marahang sumalikop sa akin.
Napangiti ako ng magaan at nilingon si Ezrhael.
His eyes were so happy. But he remained calm and composed.
"You ready?" Siya na marahang inayos ang buhok kong hinihipan ng hangin.
Two years after the therapy, I got my hair back. Maksi pa iyon, halos hanggang balikat ko pa lamang, ngunit sapat na at maayos nang tumubo.
"Of course." Ako na simple siyang tinunghayan.
Hindi ko mapigilang alalahanin kung paanong kahit kailan ay hindi siya nawala sa tabi ko.
Kung paanong paraan niya ako binitiwan noon nang kailanganin ko siya, hindi niya na uli ginawa iyon, kahit ilang sandali.
He's always been with me. Whether sick, or healed.
Sa dalawang taong lumipas, people continued their lives.
I don't want to make them lose years of their lives just for me. Daddy, Noah, Tita. Even Mariel, Eldion or Manang.
I told them to continue with their lives. And I am glad they've submitted.
As I was searching for my self, I want them to continue living.
But one person chose to defy what I want.
And I'm glad he did it.
No matter how firm did I become about it, he was firmer. He stayed with me.
He never left.
He's endured me. All my troubles. Whether good, or not.
He didn't leave my side. And that's what made me continue living.
Within those couple of years, many things had happened with others' lives.
But I have been busy with my self.
Looking for my shattered pieces. Searching for the scattered shards.
At first, I thought it would be impossible.
But then I realized, to think that way is silly.
When I was never alone as I did it.
I was always with Ezrhael.
Or maybe, it was better to say, Ezrhael was always with me. For he chose to be.
And I swear, you wouldn't love to argue with me about it.
We'll only have a headache.
Natawa ako.
Pinanliitan naman ako ng mga mata ni Ezrhael.
"Do I look funny?" Siya na tunog arogante yata.
Nailing ako.
Hindi naman siya ang tinatawanan ko.
And, I looked at him. I surveyed him. His face, his body, his whole being.
From those intensely deep, dim and dangerous eyes, perfected with his identically thick vigorous looking brows, down to his everly regal, narrowly pointed nose, and thin, sexy, tantalizing red lips.
He was perfect.
There was nothing to laugh at.
I smirked at him.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Against All Boundaries
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