Our Nina

“Mi alma….” Rican's froze completely. After seven long years of that painful yearning, he was finally seeing her in front of him. His best friend, his existence, his very first love, his alma.

Immediately tears stung his eyes. Rican threw his arms around her and bursted out crying. He tightly clutched her in his embrace, fearing she would vanish if he would loosen just even a bit which he didn't want. He didn't want to let her slip from his embrace again. He didn't want her to fade again.

“I missed you. I missed you so much, mi alma,”he uttered in between his sobs while hugging her more tightly. After seven years, he got to hold her in his arms. He got to see her again. He got to talk to her again. He got to feel her again.

Rican felt her wrapping her arms around him which gave his heart the tranquillity he had been dying to feel all these years. It made him tear up more like a little kid.

“Hey! Why are you crying?” he heard her saying to him before she pulled back to look at him. Ri