They said that New Year is the happiest day of the year. It's the time we welcome the new hope of tomorrow, of another chance to live. Another year to start anew.
Maybe it was like that for others. But for me, it's just a normal day. Normal day of being alone, together with the weariness I've been carrying for ten years. From the moment I loved a man who didn't love me back.
It's been a week since I left. One week of being alone and miserable. One week of trying to heal my broken heart. One week of hiding and pretending to be fine. A week of thinking things and reflecting. But, things aren't that easy for me. The inevitable pain is still vivid that everytime I remember it, I can't help but cry in silence.
I sighed and shook my head. Trying to forget the situation that
I almost can't hear the bustling streets and the traffic in EDSA. I can't breathe in anticipation caused by the anxiety of why we're currently in Dad's car.My heart was beating wildly. It was so fast and loud that I didn't seem to know what to do. I was speechless when my Dad asked me to go out with him. I hurriedly changed my clothes, leaving Jenny who's peacefully sleeping in my unit. I only left her a note. I know it's crazy trusting a person that you just met but my instinct is telling me to. The fact is—I can see myself in Jenny. The pain and suffering. We may have different sentiments but we are the same. We are wounded. We are wounded by the man that we love.While on the road, I can't help but to steal glances at Dad. The anger in his face was still evident, but I know that. As much as possible, he wanted t
I don't know what exactly happened after I lost consciousness. When I woke up, the familiar scent of the hospital greeted me. The white ceiling. The nurse. And the private doctor that my Dad hired for me. Everyone was watching my every move and sometimes it made me feel awkward. Even my Dad cared for me so much that it confused me even more. Until, they spilled the reason why.It's been a month since that day happened. I can still vividly remember what the doctor said that day. The words made me feel happy but at the same time it hurt. It sent me so many emotions that I can't contain them.I am pregnant.I'm pregnant with Atlas' child. The baby's grip was weak so we needed to be more careful. If Dad didn't move fast and brought me to the hospital immediatel
Atlas' intense gaze was piercing through me. I can feel it bore holes on my skin as he walks closer to the couch I'm sitting on. Nonetheless, I forced myself to go to him even if my knees were wobbling."In my office Mr. Ramirez," I uttered when I got in front of him.There was a lump in my throat but I managed not to stutter. I want him to see that I can face him without any confusion. Without any emotional attachment. That I can live without him. That I can face him in restraint."Follow me," I added.I quickly turned my back on him. I didn't wait for his reply. I abruptly continued my pace and walked straight to my office. I sighed in relief when I finally entered my office and sat on my swivel chair. I wai
It's been a week since Atlas visited my clinic. It's been a week since we talked about the annulment. It's been a week since he signed the annulment papers I gave. It's been a week of just staying inside my house and being lazy to go to work.Everything is tiring for me. My movements seemed to lack energy. It seemed like I am very tired of something I don't know. Seemed bored from all the things that were happening. Maybe, it is because I am pregnant. Or maybe, because I've been thinking too much about Atlas and the annulment case.Atlas occupied my system too much. Sometimes, I thought of going to him and talking about his accusations of me. The restraining order for him was my Dad's idea. I asked Dad and he confirmed it. He insisted that it was for my safety and I do understand.
I am losing my will. The unbearable pain is killing my being. The sound of my cries and pleading is nothing compared to the silent scar within me.Deep and lasting scar that will always be with me.My heart is hurting. My body is hurting.But, I want my baby to be fine. I want my child to be saved. Just my child, I don't care about me.I was losing consciousness because of what Trina was doing. But, the eagerness to save my child stood out more. I prayed and hoped that someone would find and help me. Even just now."Shit! Olive!"I heard Atlas scream. But, I am too tired to
I blew out a breath. I tried to keep myself composed from the anger that was slowly arising within me. I closed my eyes and leaned my back against the chair.My eyes opened when I heard the car's door open beside me. I turned my gaze there and saw Kraius looking at me intently. Concern was evident in his eyes."Are you sure you're gonna do this?" he asked.I nodded and looked at Kraius' eyes with the same intensity. I am very sure about the thing that I will do. I already prepared for this. I thought about it as well and it all ends here. In front of a big and wide building surrounded with tall concrete."Yes!" I said after a moment. I formed my hand into a fist and got out of the car. I was walking when I not
"I'm sorry about that, Kraius," I said in a small voice. "I just can't help it," I added."It's okay, Olive. I understand," he replied.I sighed and leaned my back on the seat. We're inside his car, but my thoughts were flying somewhere far. I lost control and I cried in front of Trina. Even if I was slapping and telling her things, I was crying. My feelings never changed. The bitter feeling never vanished inside of me. It's still the same. I think it even got worse.In the end, Kraius lifted me and took me out of the jail. He helped me to calm down. He reminded me about my baby's condition. Because if I was the only one there, I wouldn't know what happened. I lost my logic that I bursted out."I got carried away,"
I don't know what happened next. I just ended up inside Atlas' car as he drove away fast. I don't know where we're going. The only thing I know is, I'm determined to go with him whenever he would take me.I hugged myself when I felt the cold from the rain. I was soaking wet. Even if Atlas gave me his jacket, it didn't help. The coldness still seeped through my skin.Atlas was the same. He's wet from the rain. He was maneuvering the car with a serious expression. Sometimes, he'd throw worried glances at me. The kind of gaze that I couldn't get used to.I was surprised when the car stopped at the front of our house in South Ridge Village. His movements were stealthy as he opened the gate. I watched him in confusion but he didn't even spare me a glance. He walked inside our bac
Starry starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness on my soul Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered your sanity And how you tried set them free They did not listen They did not know how Perhaps they listen now I immediately reached for my phone underneath my pillow when I heard my ringtone. I was still half asleep as I stared at its screen. I pouted as I saw the time. I'm already thirty minutes late to my destination. It's already nine in the morning and I just woke up. I put the phone on my bedside table and tried to get up. I carefully got off the bed and stretched my body before walking to my small window. I smiled instantly when the small but beautiful garden greeted me. There are different types of flowers and roses blooming. My succulents looked beautiful as they were displayed in my small backyard. "Good morning, sunshine!" I cheerfully said as if they could understand me. I even s
Atlas Ramirez POVI was smiling as I watched a woman with long hair. It was pulled in a bun as he stood formally, watching the tall building of Eiffel Tower. Her brown coat reached her thighs, paired with a white shirt inside. Her blue jeans and boots with heels complimented well as she paired it with a clutch bag hanging on her shoulder.It's been a long time since I saw her. Times where I feel like my life is nothing. Times where I surrendered everything for her. And the times where I needed to carry the pain of letting her go. I can't seem to fathom the fact that I saw her again because of a coincidental vacation.There are a lot of types of love. There's pure, there's not. It's enduring. There's leaving. There's love for family, for friends, and for everyone. But above e
I feel like everything stopped at that moment. My breathing hitched and my heart didn't beat. I felt like I was slowly dying as I saw my son being surrounded by doctors and nurses. They did everything they could to save him, until they ended up shaking their heads, a sign of giving up."Time of death. Twelve thirty in the afternoon."I sobbed on Atlas' chest as the doctor uttered the words I didn't want to hear. Why is it that when you want something, you just can't get it? It's always not allowed. Always wrong. Always not in the right time.I even thought about what sin I've done to receive this kind of punishment. I kept on going back to the past but I couldn't find the reason why. I can't think of anything but the fact that I just lo
A muffled moan came out from my mouth as another punch of pain rushed inside. I almost can't take the pain on my hips and womanhood. Atlas was driving the car speedily. We quickly arrived at the biggest hospital of San Vicente. He didn't waste any time and carried me inside the hospital."It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay," he whispered and kissed my head."It hurts," I said, in pain.I felt Atlas laying me down somewhere. When I opened my eyes, his worried face was what greeted me. Beside him was a uniformed nurse while behind him was also someone wearing a uniform, but I couldn't see it because of my vision blurring. I'm tired and desperately want to sleep."How often does it hurt, Ma'am?" the doctor ask
I don't know where I pulled the strength to get off Atlas' car. I don't have any idea as to how I moved my feet together with Atlas who's holding my hand tightly. When I glanced at him, he was just staring in front of us seriously. I remained silent and let him take me wherever."We're here."We stopped at a not-so-big mausoleum. It's obviously been here for a long time just by looking at its rusty grills and roof."She's my first love," he started.I've heard that phrase a lot of times from his mouth, but it still hurts the same. Maybe because that truth was the reason why I had my uncertainties and regrets for the past ten years. Because of that phrase, I was wrecked repeatedly until I couldn't recognize myself an
After the tragedy, light will come. After the rain stops, the sun will shine. All the tears and pain, all the suffering and torments. It will serve as a foundation for a new chapter. For a new start and for a new hope.I woke up the next morning with a smile glued on my lips. I wondered what happened to Atlas and I last night. It wasn't sexual, but a physical kind that I could still feel his embrace. An embrace that made my mind at peace, that made me fall into slumber.I roamed around the room as I got up from bed. There is no trace of Atlas in every corner of it. I pouted my lips. I felt a bit of disappointment but I just shrugged the thoughts off. Then, I sighed and continued the things that I needed to do."Big sister!"
I didn't exactly know what Atlas meant about coming with him. I don't know what he meant by starting again. All I know is that I was with him and we were both inside his car while he was driving somewhere far from the Metro. A place that I didn't know.The skies started to be gloomy as the light and darkness fought for its place. The sun began to bid its goodbye, together with the rise of the moon. I am tired from the long ride that I let myself drown into slumber. I don't know how long I slept in so much tiredness. The only thing I knew was I was awakened by a soft kiss on my lips. And when I opened my eyes, Atlas' face greeted me."We're here," he whispered."I'm sorry, I slept."I slightly moved away
Dr. Lagman brought us to a private room. My heart was beating so fast. I couldn't explain what I was feeling. I was nervous and excited at the same time.When I roamed around the room, I saw that it was just a normal clinic laboratory. There's a bed on the side while there's a small table beside the ultrasound monitor. There's a lavatory at the other side of the room and a picture of a baby on the wall. The interior was white with a hint of green, so it felt really refreshing in the eyes."Alright! You can let go of your wife now," she turned to Atlas. That's when I realized that Atlas was still snaking his arm on my waist. I took a glimpse of him and shook my head. He nodded and let me go with a sigh."Now, let's lay down on the bed and relax. This will not hurt," she said.
They said the best healing starts from yourself. Start from accepting your flaws. From reflecting the things that you've done in the past. And from loving and caring for yourself, alone. A new start for myself."But, Dad! You said that you will go with me to the hospital," I said, problematic."I'm sorry, Hija. We have an emergency at the Senate, so I didn't have the time to inform you. But, I promise next time."I heard him sigh. I nodded although he couldn't see me. "Okay. I'm sorry, Dad. I know you're busy and I am still disturbing you. I'll just go alone," I said."No! baby, Atlas will come with yo--""What?!" I immediately complained. When I real