ARIADNE'S/THEA'S P. O. VHindi man n'ya ako sinamahan nang ma-discharge ako—o si Thea—sa ospital, sumunod na araw ay dinalaw naman ako ni Ruan.But his coldness was a constant, icy presence. Kitang-kita ko ang laki ng pagbabago sa kanya. Kitang-kita ko 'yung sakit sa mga mata n'ya, para s'yang laging may hinahanap. Ramdam na ramdam ko 'yon—mula sa pag iwas n'ya ng tingin, sa paraan n'ya ng pagsagot sa akin. He mourned Thea, the real Thea, the girl he loved—a girl whose life I now occupied.One night, I found him in the garden, huddled beneath the weeping willow, his shoulders shaking silently. Tahimik lang s'yang umiiyak pero kitang-kita ko sa pag alog ng mga balikat n'ya ang sobrang pagdadalamhati. That sight tore at something within me, a raw, aching empathy that transcended the boundaries of my spectral existence.I understood his pain. More than he could ever know. Minsan ko na ring naramdaman ang sakit na 'yon nang sapilitan akong napaalis at naiwan ko s'ya nang hindi man lang ak
THEA'S P. O. VAmoy na amoy sa kabuuan ng kusina ang nakakatakam na pagkaing ako lang din ang naghanda at nagluto.I did this for Ruan. Pambawi sa lahat ng pag aalaga na ginawa n'ya noong nasa ospital ako.From the coffee I am making, my attention was instantly drew to Ruan when he entered the kitchen, his gaze sweeping across the table, avoiding mine. The coldness in his eyes was a familiar ache, a constant reminder of the chasm that separated us. I tried to bridge the gap, to rekindle the warmth that once existed between us.“Good morning,” I said, my voice betraying a hint of forced cheerfulness. “Breakfast is ready.”He grunted in response, a noncommittal sound that did little to ease the tension in the air. He sat down, his back ramrod straight, his gaze fixed on his plate. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.Nagsisimula na akong magtaka kung bakit gan'to s'ya. Ano bang problema? O may naging problema ba?I tried again, attempting to break through the wall of his coldne
RUAN'S P.O.V I am a rich guy. Probably, richer than Bill Gates. I, Ruan Dela Merced, a handsome and rich bachelor, whose appeal cannot be resisted by any of the ladies I desire to own. Living in a world of money, cars, women, and... moan?Shit! Mabilis akong napabalikwas ng bangon. Headache... Nasapo ko ang ulo ko nang maramdaman ko na pumipintig ito sa sakit. Where am I? Agad kong iginala ang paningin ko sa kabuuan ng lugar kung nasaan ako. And yeah, I'm in my entertainment room—wasted. Nakasalampak ako ngayon sa sahig kung saan nagkalat ang mga bote ng alak na wala nang laman. The same dirty floor kung saan ako nakatulog. Damn! I rake my hair in disgust. What the hell did I do again?! Lulugu-lugong tumayo ako at tatalikod na sana kung hindi ko lang narinig ulit 'yung mga ungol na dahilan kung bakit ako naalimpungatan kanina. Argh, that moan! Saan ba kasi nanggagaling 'yon? Wala naman akong matandaan na— Nanlaki ang mga mata ko nang mapansin ko na bukas 'yung big screen
RUAN'S P.O.V Hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa rin ako makapaniwala sa mga nangyayari. ''Multo ka?!'' gulat na tanong ko kay Ariadne matapos kong marinig ang mga sinabi n'ya. Tumango naman s'ya. Shit. I can't believe this! Ako, nakakakita ng multo?! Crap! ''Pero 'wag kang mag-alala! Wala naman akong gagawing masama sa'yo, eh.'' sabi n'ya. ''Just please, hayaan mo lang muna akong mag-stay dito. Hindi naman ako magpapakita sa'yo, eh. Promise!'' Napaisip ako. Wala pang isang oras mula nang magising ako sa sahig ng magulo at makalat kong entertainment room pero sobrang dami na ng mga nangyari. ''Ruan— '' ''Saglit, nag-iisip ako! Tss.'' putol ko sa sasabihin n'ya. Tinaasan n'ya ako ng kilay. ''Nagdadalawang isip ka pa, huh? Sa ganda kong 'to? If I know, gusto mo rin naman na nandito ako. You're a flirty cassanova, remember? Gusto mo na palaging may nakikita at nakakasamang magagandang babae na kagaya ko—'' ''Oo, mahilig ako sa magaganda at sexy na babae. Pero hindi ako tanga para pat
ARIADNE'S P.O.VNa-break ko na 'yung isang rule ni Ruan! Baka mahalata n'ya na pumasok ako sa kwarto n'ya! 'Tapos paalisin n'ya ako bigla! Huhu!Pero... inayos ko naman 'yung kama n'ya bago ako umalis doon, eh!Tsaka, waaaahhh!!! Humiga ako sa kama kung saan s'ya gumagawa ng kung anong kababalaghan kasama 'yung kung sinu- sinong babae na gustuhin n'ya!Yuuucckkk!!! So disgusting! Arghhh!Napapitlag ako nang may marinig akong busina ng kotse na nanggagaling sa labas ng bahay ni Ruan.Nand'yan na s'ya!Dali-dali akong naglaho papunta sa kwarto kanina kung saan ako unang nagpakita sa kanya.Magpe-pretend na lang ako na hindi ako umalis dito!Ayoko magsinungaling pero... huhu! Kailangan, eh! Sana lang talaga hindi n'ya mahalata. Or else... Lagot na.''There you are! Kanina pa kita hinahanap, eh. Nand'yan ka lang pala.''Napasigaw ako ng malakas dahil sa gulat.Pero napahinto din ako nang marinig kong tumawa si Ruan.''Akala ko, multo lang ang may kakayahang manggulat ng tao. Kaya din pala
ARIADNE'S P.O.V Sa nangyari kanina ay mas napatunayan ko kung gaano kabuting tao si Ruan. He's a good man inside and out. Bad thing dahil hindi 'yon nakikita ng ibang tao. 'Pagkatapos naming mag-usap kanina at pagkatapos kong maglaho ay dito na ulit ako sa entertainment room nagpunta. Mamaya, siguradong magiging maingay na naman ang paligid ng bahay ni Ruan. Sa tantya ko ay halos dalawang oras na ang nakakaraan pero wala pa rin akong naririnig na anumang ingay ng kasiyahan. Bakit kaya? Naglaho ako at agad na nagtungo sa pool area kung saan sila madalas mag party. Walang tao doon. Inisa-isa ko ang mga parte ng bahay na pwede nilang puntahan pero puro katahimikan lang ang sumasalubong sa akin. Hanggang sa... ''Yes, baby. Kami lang ni Ruan ang nandito. I already smell the scent of success.'' Nagtago ako sa likuran ng—wait. Multo nga pala ako, 'di ba? Hindi n'ya ako makikita. So, bakit pa ako magtatago? Umiling ako at lumapit sa babaeng nakita ko na ngayon ay may kausap sa cell
RUAN'S P.O.V I was on my way to my room when I accidentally stopped in front of the entertainment room. This is where I saw Ariadne first. At dito lang s'ya nag-i-stay. Halos isang linggo na rin akong hindi nakakapunta dito. And yes, isang linggo na rin kaming hindi nagkikita. I never bother to look for her. Nor she did.Bumuntung-hininga ako.Then I opened the door.Wala akong nakikitang Ariadne dito. Pero may kakaibang pakiramdam akong naramdaman nang pumasok ako dito. Weird.''Ariadne,'' nagbabakasakaling tawag ko sa kanya. Unfortunately, the only answer I got from calling her was nothing aside from silence.''Ariadne,'' tawag ko ulit pero wala pa ring sumasagot. ''I know you're here. Magpakita ka sa akin.''Inilibot ko ang paningin ko sa kabuuan ng entertainment room pero wala pa ring Ariadne na nagpapakita sa akin.Bumuga ako ng marahas sa hangin.''Fine! Lumabas ka na, please? Hindi na ako galit.''Pagkalipas ng ilang sandali ay unti-unti ko na s'yang nakita sa harapan ko. She
ARIADNE'S P.O.V Kahit labag sa loob ko ay kailangan kong iwan si Ruan. It's up to him if he'll believe on what I said or... not. But no! Hindi ko s'ya pwedeng iwanan dito! Ngayon pa na pumalpak 'yung Thia na 'yon sa plano nila? For sure, gagawa ulit 'yon ng panibagong plano para makuha lahat ng gusto nila kay Ruan. Kaya imbis na umalis, bumalik ako sa bahay ni Ruan.Inisip ko mabuti kung saan sa bahay n'ya ang hindi n'ya madalas puntahan.Tama, sa music room! Naglaho ako agad at nanatili sa music room.''Ariadne!''Napakunot-noo ako.S-Si Ruan! Tinatawag ako ni Ruan!''Naniniwala na ako sa'yo, okay? I guess... tama ka. May pinaplano ngang hindi maganda sa akin si Thia. Hindi na ako galit. So, if you're still here, please, magpakita ka sa akin.'' rinig kong sabi n'ya ulit sa mas malakas na tinig.Pakiramdam ko ay naiiyak na naman ako dahil sa mga sinasabi n'ya.I can feel his sincerity...''Ariadne, kung naririnig mo ako, I'm... thankful for what you've done. Hindi mo lang alam kun
THEA'S P. O. VAmoy na amoy sa kabuuan ng kusina ang nakakatakam na pagkaing ako lang din ang naghanda at nagluto.I did this for Ruan. Pambawi sa lahat ng pag aalaga na ginawa n'ya noong nasa ospital ako.From the coffee I am making, my attention was instantly drew to Ruan when he entered the kitchen, his gaze sweeping across the table, avoiding mine. The coldness in his eyes was a familiar ache, a constant reminder of the chasm that separated us. I tried to bridge the gap, to rekindle the warmth that once existed between us.“Good morning,” I said, my voice betraying a hint of forced cheerfulness. “Breakfast is ready.”He grunted in response, a noncommittal sound that did little to ease the tension in the air. He sat down, his back ramrod straight, his gaze fixed on his plate. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.Nagsisimula na akong magtaka kung bakit gan'to s'ya. Ano bang problema? O may naging problema ba?I tried again, attempting to break through the wall of his coldne
ARIADNE'S/THEA'S P. O. VHindi man n'ya ako sinamahan nang ma-discharge ako—o si Thea—sa ospital, sumunod na araw ay dinalaw naman ako ni Ruan.But his coldness was a constant, icy presence. Kitang-kita ko ang laki ng pagbabago sa kanya. Kitang-kita ko 'yung sakit sa mga mata n'ya, para s'yang laging may hinahanap. Ramdam na ramdam ko 'yon—mula sa pag iwas n'ya ng tingin, sa paraan n'ya ng pagsagot sa akin. He mourned Thea, the real Thea, the girl he loved—a girl whose life I now occupied.One night, I found him in the garden, huddled beneath the weeping willow, his shoulders shaking silently. Tahimik lang s'yang umiiyak pero kitang-kita ko sa pag alog ng mga balikat n'ya ang sobrang pagdadalamhati. That sight tore at something within me, a raw, aching empathy that transcended the boundaries of my spectral existence.I understood his pain. More than he could ever know. Minsan ko na ring naramdaman ang sakit na 'yon nang sapilitan akong napaalis at naiwan ko s'ya nang hindi man lang ak
ARIADNE'S/THEA'S P. O VThe hospital doors swung open, releasing me into the blinding sunlight. Or rather, it released me. It felt strange, even now, to think of myself as inhabiting Thea’s body. Technically, ako pa rin si Ariadne—ang multo ng kawawang Egyptian princess. But the world saw Thea. Dahil katawan n'ya ang gamit ko at nasa loob ako nito.Oo, nakalabas na rin ako ss modernong mundo. Kaya bga nakilala ko si Ruan, eh. Pero ibang-iba pa rin pala talaga ang pakiramdam kapag buhay at may pakiramdam ka. The world, right now, was a confusing blur of unfamiliar sensations and sights.The car ride home was a silent film of contrasts. The smooth, cool leather of the car seat felt alien against my skin—or rather, Thea's skin. The way the sunlight warmed my face, the way the wind ruffled my hair… it was all so intensely alive, a stark contrast to my previous existence as a disembodied spirit. Yet, it was also a constant reminder of what I had taken, what I had become.The house loomed
RUAN'S P. O. V“Thea… she didn’t simply die,” Thea—or Ariadne, rather, began. Her gaze distant, lost in the swirling embers. “Her death… it was… a shedding. A leaving.”I shifted uneasily. This wasn’t the straightforward explanation I’d expected. Thea’s death had been declared a tragic accident. At oo, masakit. Pero parang mas pipiliin ko pang maramdaman ang sakit ng pagkawala n'ya—sa kaluluwa at katawan—kaysa patuloy kong makasama ang katawan n'ya pero hindi na s'ya ang nandoon.“Her soul… it departed,” Ariadne continued, her voice barely a whisper. “It slipped away, leaving behind… an empty vessel. A shell. A-At naalala mo 'yung sinabi sa'yo sa rooftop noon? No'ng tinanong mo ako kung may chance ba na magsama tayo ng maayos at normal?” She paused, her eyes locking with mine, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. “'Eto na 'yon, Ruan. Nakita ko na 'yung perfect vessel. Kaya finally, magkakasama na tayo ulit.”A chill snaked down my spine. The image of Thea, vibrant and ful
RUAN'S P. O. VDays have passed and the constant words from others about how Thea won't be able to wake up still lingers on my mind. And sometimes, I almost listened. Sometimes, the weight of despair became too heavy to bear, the whispers of doubt too loud to ignore. The thought of waiting, of hoping for a miracle that might never come, felt like an impossible dream.But then I would look at her, at her peaceful face, at the faint rise and fall of her chest, and the doubt would recede. I would remember the warmth of her smile, the melody of her laughter, the depth of her love. And I would know that I couldn't give up.I was rotten from deep within, a man burdened by the sins of his past, haunted by the ghosts of his mistakes. But my love for Thea, a love that had blossomed in the darkest of times, was the only thing that kept me afloat, the only thing that gave me the strength to keep going.I was a broken man, clinging to a hope that felt like a fragile thread, a thread that could sn
RUAN'S P. O. VThe hospital room was a sterile, white tomb, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken sorrow. It had been three months since the accident, three months since Hope had slipped into that deep, silent sleep. Three months of agonizing hope and crushing despair.Matagal nang tumigil 'yung mga doktor na magbigay ng assurance sa akin na gagaling pa si Hope. Na magigising pa s'ya ulit. But no matter how kind their smiles are and no matter how gentle their words are, hindi ko pa rin magawang makumbinsi na isuko s'ya. They spoke of brain injuries, of the delicate balance of life and death, of miracles that were rare and unpredictable. They spoke of letting go, of accepting the inevitable.But I refused to listen. I refused to accept their pronouncements of defeat. I clung to the faintest flicker of hope, the whisper of a possibility that she might wake up, that she might smile at me again, that she might say my name. Babalik s'ya.Every day, I sat by her bedside, h
THEA'S P. O. VThe air hung heavy with the scent of garlic and rosemary, a comforting aroma that usually signaled a pleasant evening. Parang atojo pa tuloy umalis. Lalo na nang pagtayo ko, parang bigla akong nakaramdam ng hindi maganda. Tonight, the smell seemed to cling to me like a shroud, a harbinger of the horror that was about to unfold.Kumaway pa ulit ako kay Ruan paglabas ko ng restaurant. Nakaupo pa rin s'ya sa loob pero kitang-kita ko naman s'ya sa salaming dingding. Alam ko na nakikita n'ya rin ako. As I walked to the sidewalk and before I cross the road, I took a quick glance at my watch confirmed my suspicions—it was getting late, and I needed to get home. Kaya tama lang din talaga na hindi na ako um-oo sa suggestion ni Ruan na isama pa ako. I excused myself from the table, a wave of relief washing over me as I escaped the awkward silence that had settled over the dinner.I breathe a sigh of relief—mostly like enjoying the cool night air. I took a deep breath, the crispne
1 year later… THEA'S P. O. VThe soft glow of the setting sun painted the city in hues of orange and pink as I walked towards the restaurant, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.It was our anniversary, one year since the day Ruan had promised to never let go of me again. One year since we had decided to face our demons together, to heal the wounds of the past.Isang taon na rin silang ayos ng mga magulang n'ya. It happened since they all decided to call everything quits. Nagkaliwanagan sila, nagkapatawaran. And I was indeed right. Sobrang daming bagay at side ng istorya ang hindi alam ni Ruan. Pero naliwanagan na s'ya nang magkausap sila ng mga magulang n'ya. Turns out, Ruan is really not who he seems to be. Mukha lang s'yang matapang at manhid; pero sa loob n'ya, nando'n pa rin ang batang s'ya na naghahangad ng kalinga mula sa mga magulang n'ya. And I saw that child when he cried while hugging his parents again after a very long time.Isang taon na rin, pero ni isa sa
RUAN'S P. O. V"Ready na ba kayo?” I smiled with Hope's energy. Sobrang taas ng energy n'ya at ramdam na ramdam 'yon pagpasok pa lang n'ya sa sasakyan."Good morning, Ruan. Hi, Shariya! Did you miss me?” sabi n'ya ulit."'Morning, my Hope,” I said.Shariya giggled and exclaimed, "Yes!"And just as that, the day unfolded like a dream, a series of joyful moments strung together like pearls on a silken thread. Hope's energy was infectious, her laughter echoing through the bustling streets, her enthusiasm contagious. Shariya, ever the lively child, bounced between us, her infectious energy a constant source of amusement. We were a family, a makeshift unit bound by affection and shared experiences.We started with a leisurely stroll through the park, the sunshine warming our faces, the fresh air filling our lungs. Shariya chased pigeons, her giggles echoing through the trees, her joy a balm to my soul. Hope watched her with a tenderness that tugged at my heartstrings, her eyes filled with