FallonI did not know how to respond.I was beyond stunned.My thoughts were scattered and I was too taken aback. As an agent, trained to keep her composure, especially in dire situations like this, it’s embarrassing to be so all over the place. But that’s only because it’s Jett. Jett fucking Rios. The only person in my life who managed to fuck with my mind so many times. The only one that can shake me.And it seems…I have the same effect on him.She said I helped him recognize his pain. He had been numb and indifferent to it all along and now after seeing me, it all came crashing down to him. Like all the pain he’d been containing inside him was unchained, unbound, freed. And now he freely grieves. It did not make me feel good for being the catalyst for his suffering, but it didn’t exactly make me feel bad either.I remembered the first and last time I saw him so utterly wrecked and broken was in my arms. When his father figure died the same woman that comforted him was the cause of
Fallon“You know, I like this new version of you,” said Matt, one afternoon in their kitchen, as we three adults shared coffee. Lylia, who was getting paperwork done on her laptop beside him, nodded in agreement. New version? I looked back at him cluelessly.He saw my expression and continued, “Haven’t you noticed? You’re more…hmm…carefree now. Less uptight. And more at peace.”And he’s right.I also love who I am becoming as the days pass. I’ve chosen to let go of my utmost loyalty and devotion to the FBI. As much as I thought my efforts did not need to be recognized as we were protectors from the shadows, the least they could do was keep that mission in our hands.Now, I’m living more positively and I am dedicating my every cause to my son.He’s been my constant source of comfort ever since he arrived in my life and he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Every smile he gives heals me—and motivates me to be a better mother.However, there was but one thing bothering me.Sebb
He left.Turned back and left, without so much as a hesitant step or a glance behind him. That was it, then? I sat there agape and stunned, blindly scouring for a coherent emotion among all the other scattered and vague feelings that swirled in my mind and heart at that time.He’s unbelievable. He’s just gonna leave it at that? Then again, what else is there to say?We had a long (dark) history together but none of those are worth mentioning as they all leave a bitter memory. Looking back, I was mostly acting in front of him…except for those times I buckled and admitted my true feelings…but other than those, all I thought of was work. Guess it was me who should be saying stuff, huh? I should…apologize. But I can’t now, after telling him to flee this place.I stayed longer in the park until I felt the morning dew and the sky slowly lighting up. People started appearing for their early jobs or morning jogs. I had not slept that night, nor the night after. I remained to drown in my thoug
Fallon“Make yourself at home.” I turned around immediately after I said it.I feel so flustered, my neck and cheeks heating up. I could feel him bulldozing my back as he intensely stared. At some point, I forgot about the grocery and busied myself with the kids. Then I remembered.We haven’t eaten lunch yet.With a sigh, I turned around to help with the grocery. He followed me inside with wary steps, reasonably so. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this.But I did. And here I am, cooking a meal for four. I let Jett watch Sebby and Regine while I prepare our lunch. Ironically, I imagined us as a family. I imagined this many times before. To see it happen is a dream come true. But it’s only foolish thinking. We’d never be a family together. The world is not kind to us like that.I smiled bitterly.Sebby’s hearty giggles followed by his deep laugh would make my heart skip a beat every time I hear it. I could tell they were having a fun time.Subconsciously, the corners of my eyes wa
JettIt’s quarter past two in the afternoon as I write this.The sky outside is as gloomy as my feelings.I haven’t slept for twenty-four hours because of our child’s constant cries.I’m writing now to share my feelings. You’d never see this anyway.I haven’t slept well after that night I ran away after ruining your life. I regret it every day.There’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you but never got the chance to.So I thought of just saying it in this letter.I’m trying amor. I’m trying so hard.To not yearn for you. To not think about you. To not love you.This new life would’ve been so much easier if I could move on, but I know I can’t.Even if you never forgive me.Even if I never see you again.Even if you move on.I’ll still love you.You’ll still always be my first, greatest, forbidden, and last love, Jett. Maybe we’ll meet again in another life.Maybe this life was not for us.Penned,Fallon.---I neatly folded the piece of stationery paper as I reread it for the nth
Jett Ever since I was young, I’ve realized life was a fragile, puny thing, a pathetic concept of the universe; to create brilliant minds and squish them into small bodies, fragments of a bigger cosmos. I learned from somewhere that humans only scratch the surface of the brilliance of their brains and there was a reason for that.However, as I grew older, the reason slipped out of my mind.I liked to think as I grew older and my care for the world slowly vanished, I started to use smaller and smaller portions of my brain. Despite this, I was still a lot smarter than the rest.My fascination for the universe vanished along with it as I learned the cruelty of this small planet. The people that walked the earth were so much more disgusting and barbaric than aliens.The first time I witnessed someone pull the trigger and the blood splattered on my face, my view of the world darkened.Of course, who else could ruin a child’s brightness and aspirations in life? Their father.My father was t
FallonThis was probably my hardest mission yet. My first failed mission.Being a good mother.My eyes never left my son’s unconscious body, his baggy under eyes and dry lips only the surface signs of his deep-rooted fatigue. The patient monitor beside him steadily beeped indicating his stable state, but I can’t be convinced otherwise. My son is in pain. My maternal instincts are telling me so. However, nobody knows what is causing him pain. It is only a matter of time before they do, before they come across the perfect diagnosis…but, will my son hold out til then?“He always wanted to go to school,” I muttered, my eyes still on Sebby, but I knew someone else in the room could hear me.“He can read, speak, and form coherent phrases, solve basic math, and identify a lot of objects. I knew he was different from other kids. But he’s only three…”My voice broke.“I’ve heard how difficult your labor was. I’m…sorry.”“Don’t be. It was my fault for not taking care of my body. He was born wea
[Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, abortion, and depression. Please skip if you feel uncomfortable.]Fallon“It’s been two days since he woke up.”I crossed my arms over my chest, watching Sebby’s sleeping form. His parched lips remained shut and his under-eye bags the darkest they’ve ever been; he’s not getting any better.From beside me, Matt continued, “Michael is worried at home. I couldn’t keep it from him anymore. Sebby…his condition isn’t looking good.”“I know.” My voice was barely audible.“The doctors are doing the best they can to figure out what’s happening to him. He’ll be better in no time. I’m sure.”“Jess…” he trailed off and sighed.“We knew this was not a common cold. And… we knew this was coming. He always had a weak immune system and sporadic breath shortages. Let’s tell the doctors, Jess.”I sharply turned to him, irritated. “Tell them what?”He softly stared at me, despite my narrowed eyes. He quietly answered.“Tell them… your attempt to abort Sebby. And you