Paris' P.O.V.Mom recovered her speech now. She can have a normal conversation without stuttering or just using one to three words. But still can't move her left hand. Dad changed. He was like a new person, like a freshly born. After I graduated from high school, Dad returned to the Philippines. He ran a food business which was actually a hit, just like how you imagined it would turn out. Dad quit drinking alcohol and looked much more healthy than ever. He and mom were running the business. And their relationship was far from how we saw it. It became better than ever.I took Architectural, just like how we planned for our future, and I graduated as Laude. Who's stupid now, Sydney? I remember we were talking about it when you asked me what my future would be, and we both stayed quiet for a while thinking about our future. One night, we decided to stay up and eat midnight snacks. We sneaked outside while mom was sleeping and bought food on 7/11. We stayed on the roof watching the moon
I stared out my window as the rain poured. I wonder why some people find peace and calmness in the rain. I hate rain because they ruin my plans, my shoes, my outfit, and I can’t see the sun. Just like men, for me, they are hindrances, and I always need to carry something to protect me when they are around. Just like the rain, I always have to carry an umbrella so that I won't get wet. But Tycen? He’s different. I met different guys in my 19 years of existence, but this is the first time I have met someone like him. Someone who doesn't talk big, he never did try to impress me with cheesy pick-up lines or long paragraphs. He didn't try to portray himself as a perfect person; he made mistakes and never rushed things with me. He’s a puzzle, I’m not too fond of mystery, but he’s so mesmerizing, which makes me wonder if I can solve it. Sometimes I know him, but sometimes not. He reminds me of the moon. Only his little part was seen. Can I do this? Am I able to tell him what I felt for him
Today is the year 2021, the month of February. Three months passed since I last talked to Tycen. I’ve been so busy but made sure to have time to hate my life. “Ate, I got a message from Tito Lan; they’re going to visit us today!” Paris yelled. See? I’m such a busy person, but I make sure that I always have time to complain. I ran towards the living room and picked up the broom at the back of our front door when I suddenly saw my mom—looking at me as if I was about to be beheaded because of my sins. I relaxed my body and smiled at her. She was trying to look normal like before. She smiled back and put her left hand on the wall for support while walking limply, going back to her room. I still can’t get used to seeing mom looking like that, unable to spit out words she wanted to say. I always needed her when I feel troubled, her words are my medicine, and now I’m getting worst since I’ve been skipping my meds. After I cleaned the living room, I immediately entered my room, grabbed all
”Sydney, they’re here!’ Paris shouted. I drop the broom and dustpan, rush outside the room, and welcome our uncle and his wife. Mom was walking out of her room, slowly walking towards us. I came near her and helped her walk stably. ”We bring foods to eat on our way here, don’t bother to cook.”, Uncle Lan said. Paris quickly grabs it and prepares it in the kitchen. ”How are you feeling, my dearest sister?” uncle asked enthusiastically. Mom smiled genuinely. ”Good, good.”, she answered while looking at me, asking if she answered correctly. I smiled at her and mouthed very well. She has Aphasia, a condition that makes her unable to communicate. It’s the side effect of the stroke. ”How is it going, Syd?” my uncle asked me. I sat properly. ”So far, so good, uncle. We’re going back to the hospital for more follow-up checkups. This month we are scheduled for laboratory tests.”, I answered. Mom was admitted to the hospital one year ago due to a stroke. We’ve been at the hospital for al
"How come that you are the one and only heir when you're the middle child?" I asked. He smirked at me. "Like what I expected. You're sharp, huh," he said. Why does everybody keep on expecting something about me? "They're my half brothers. And I am the only child inside the marriage." I badly wanted to ask more questions, but I could see the bitterness in his eyes. He is shaking. "Does it mean you also handle the Arrow Publishing?" I tried changing the topic. He composed himself before he answered and got back to writing again. "I can help you reach your dream if you help me come back to my body.", he said in his somber tone that it sends chills all over my body. "I'm not trying to help you because I need something from you.", I said firmly. He looked at me intently. He never speaks. He's just looking at me. He doesn't believe me. "I want to know the difference.", I explained. His brows narrowed. "Difference about what," he asked while crossing his arms. "I want to know if
Three days passed since the last time I saw Hade. He told me that he was just going to check Jarred first. I wonder if Jarred saw him because he never comes back. What a great thing to do - ghosting. No wonder why he becomes a ghost all of a sudden. Maybe it was his karma? I shake the thought. It was still inadequate to think of someone like that. He somewhat reminds me of Tycen. Who is he, Tycen 2.0? I can't help but laugh about the thought. I wonder how is Tycen doing after three months? Do I sometimes cross his mind, or it's just me who keeps thinking about him? I wonder if they got back together. Today was Sunday. I promised myself that I wouldn't do any house chores every Sunday. I have to do whatever I want the whole day. But the thing is, it was so limited. I can only read books that I've already read a thousand times, write my four-year ongoing story that hasn't been finished until now, or annoy my mom or Paris. I walked towards my notebook shelf and picked one of my firs
This was the time of the day when I almost wished I were rich or maybe I was working. Emergency. I looked at my phone. My conversation with my dad was still visible. I tried to hold my tears back since Paris and mom was sitting in front of me. I re-read what I sent to my dad. "Paris got bitten by a rat. I don't have any penny here. What should I do?" I sent. He's still asleep, of course. I stood up and went outside the house. I went straight to Aunt Kaye's house — mom's colleague. "Aunt Kaye, do I have to take Paris to the clinic and get her a shot of anti-rabies? A rat bit her." I directly asked when I saw her sweeping outside their house. She instantly stopped when she heard me. She hurriedly opened their gate and pulled me to Aunt Rita's house, who was currently sweeping their garage. "Rita," Aunt Kaye called. Aunt Rita stopped sweeping and slowly walked toward us. "Your husband got bitten by a dog, right?" Aunt Rita nodded. What has the dog something to do with a rat?
I wondered if I'll be having a day where I never have to spend my day shitting myself out of nervousness like this one. I highly doubt that. As he chills in his seat, Hade keeps laughing about what he told me to say when I approach Jarred at his usual spot wherein we were sitting right now. I decided to accept the offer. I'm still confused if I did this right or what. But just like Hade, I'm also desperate to give Mom and Paris everything they need. I no longer want to keep asking my family for money. Hade told me that he'd be coming around nine in the morning, and we came here at eight in the morning because I need time to adjust and blend in around the place. It's five to nine, he'll be around any minute, and I still don't know what to say first before threatening his life. "Chill, you look so tense. As if you were here to kill Jarred or rob the shop." Hade said calmly. I glared at him and finished my third cup of Iced Caramel Machiatto. I don't drink coffee but, I usually do to
Paris' P.O.V.Mom recovered her speech now. She can have a normal conversation without stuttering or just using one to three words. But still can't move her left hand. Dad changed. He was like a new person, like a freshly born. After I graduated from high school, Dad returned to the Philippines. He ran a food business which was actually a hit, just like how you imagined it would turn out. Dad quit drinking alcohol and looked much more healthy than ever. He and mom were running the business. And their relationship was far from how we saw it. It became better than ever.I took Architectural, just like how we planned for our future, and I graduated as Laude. Who's stupid now, Sydney? I remember we were talking about it when you asked me what my future would be, and we both stayed quiet for a while thinking about our future. One night, we decided to stay up and eat midnight snacks. We sneaked outside while mom was sleeping and bought food on 7/11. We stayed on the roof watching the moon
I stared at the end of the aisle and saw Hade staring at me with tears in his eyes. Hade smiled as I took my first step on this red carpet. I never thought that I'll look good in a White dress. Every step I took, I saw images of us, how we met, and spent every second, minute, hour, day, and month together. I stared at Hade's face remembering every detail. He looked so happy, and I could never ask for anything else.When I reached the end of the aisle, I smiled at him and walked toward him and smiled. I mouthed congrats before I walked to the side to give way to his bride. I watched you shift your gaze to your bride, how your smile changed when she started walking toward you, and how the crowd cheered for her. The ceremony started, and just like my usual stay at church, I felt sick; I needed to get out of here, but I didn't want people to say that I hadn't moved on yet. It has been four years. Four years had passed, and he moved on, and I'm glad he found the love he needed.When the c
We walked around the hospital ground. The right side of the hospital was a golf course, while the left side was the hospital buildings. We watched the old man and lady play on the trail as we walked. They seemed like they were enjoying their lives to the fullest. I smiled as I watched them, mom should be doing that these times with her friends, but I ruined it. She was lying flat on her hospital bed. "What do you want to talk about, Sydney?" Hade asked. I looked at him and instantly looked away. I shouldn't be doing this, and I know deep down why I wanted to tell Hade how I feel, although I'm in this complex situation. We're not using him again as a distraction. I glanced at Hade and smiled at him as I shook my head. He stopped and stared at me. I stopped walking and walked back toward him. "You don't have to rush it, Sydney. I'm willing to wait this time." He smiled. My mouth slightly hung open, I was about to say something, but no voice came out. I stared at Hade's face, and he l
After some time of thinking and processing all of the things that happened to me this year, I decided to just push my luck further. I mean, mom recovered, she and Paris is my top priority, but now that I have already given them the things they needed without me needing to worry about almost everything, I think a little heartache from someone won't wreck me.I messaged Hade to meet me at the restaurant where we first met when he woke up from a comma. I told him that I had reserved the same room and the same time for us to meet up. It was still dawn, and I hadn't been sleeping yet. I don't know, but I feel sad these days and keep overthinking things. I am aloof to almost everyone but trying not to be obvious, so I don't have to explain things.I took off the comforter out of my lower body and stood up. I walked to my balcony and sat there. I stared at the dark sky—the moon was shining alone; I could not see any stars.I want to risk it; I'll tell Hade later that I like him, and then wha
I am baffled about what to do about my feelings. Everything seems to happen way too fast as if someone clicked the eight times speed on my life. I suddenly achieved all of my goals and dreams in a span of a year. Mom suddenly returned to normal as if she had never suffered a stroke. Paris suddenly became responsible as if she was never lazy. And about dad? Enzo, Kurt, and Arnie all seem unreal, dad having his own company. I cannot digest this all. Having someone like Jarred around seems unreal, too; no one would just take care of you like that except your own mom if you're lucky enough to have a loving mother like that.Being one of the rising writers is unbelievable. I can travel anywhere I want with my mom and sister without worrying about money. It was just so surreal. I walked towards the stairs; I called Jarred last night and asked him to meet me today; I have something to discuss that I think only Jarred would understand. I saw mom and Paris sitting on the couch, watching me w
Victoria transferred to our school. The semester ended last month, and we were already on our second week. Victoria and I were in the same classes. She sat beside me on every subject we had. Victoria told me things about her, like that she loves shopping and playing games, which is where Victoria met Hade, whom she first knew as Tycen as well. Victoria talked about how she fell for Hade. My heart ached when she told me that Hade confessed to her first. I suddenly felt unease. Hade made the first move to Victoria while he never cleared his intentions with mine, maybe because my intention with him was just to be friends; that's why he didn't pursue me at all. But wasn't it ironic? Why does he want to see me after they broke up? Didn't she fill everything up? Wasn't it enough? If Victoria didn't satisfy Hade's want, then how about me? I have nothing to offer, and I still put my family on top of everything.After our classes, we walked towards the Oreo building; I heard Victoria join the
Hade promised me that he'd not tell anyone about the Cielo Alto. We enjoyed our stay at Cielo Alto. We toured the whole villa, admired the beauty of the mountains and the sky on my cabin's balcony, made a bonfire in the evening, and talked more about our past and what we thought of each other the first time we spoke. It was a site named Emerald. I have been using that during my off-season at the University since I dropped out. I was trying to enhance my communication skills since I don't particularly appreciate socializing that much, and I have to strengthen my communication skills since the degree I'm taking up requires good communication skills because we work around people, and we got connected; he was awkward and stiffed the first few minutes. But then he loosed a little when I started joking around. I'm really a good talker when I'm around people who are shyer than I. But I'm the quietest when I'm with people like Reyleigh and Taylor. They were social butterflies while I'm a wa
Tell me Hade's attention was on me, not on Victoria. I repeatedly said inside my head as I waited for Victoria to wake up Hade. I could hear his groans and sleepy talk."Sydney's waiting for you.", I heard Victoria say."Uhh, what?" Hade's voice was low, confused, and very drunk. I could imagine Hade's confused face. I heard hasty footsteps on the other line."Hello?" he said in his morning voice."Hade, what took you so long to pick up your goddamn phone?" I said irritatedly. I heard Hade clear his throat and footsteps again and the chinking of his keys."Hade, wait, you can't drive; you're still drunk.""I can, Victoria." He stopped. "And why am I here in a hotel?" he said. It seems like he put the phone away from him. His voice sounds small. I wasn't able to hear Victoria's answer. I waited and glanced at the three guys sitting in front of me. I muted myself, put the call on speakers, and put it on the table. They all looked at the phone and glanced at me, confused."You guys up to
When I opened my eyes, I saw mom sitting on the side of my bed while Hank was leaning on my balcony, his arms crossed in his chest, staring at me. I instantly checked if my hands were tied and looked around me."I'm at home.", I whispered, staring at mom confusingly, she glanced at Hank, and he shrugged. Mom shifted her gaze at me and helped me sit, and leaned my back on the headboard. She tucked the strand of my hair behind my ears and cupped my left cheek."You're at home, sweetie. Tell me what happened." I closed my eyes and put my left hand on my forehead. Trying to recall what happened."I was in my usual room at the hospital, and then my hands were tied on the bed. I could barely move and speak." I glanced at Hank; he was staring at me, listening very carefully. "He injected something into my IV bag, and I felt very, very sleepy. But I heard him say something." I closed my eyes again and thought about it carefully. I shook my head when I couldn't remember the words."Who?" mom a