“Kianna, are you alright? You look pale.” Mazie look at me with concern. Is it her plan b? that if ever I did not make any fuzz, she would act caring? But to be honest, right now… I feel no jealousy. How weird… maybe it is because of Drake? I smiled which makes her look confusedly at me. She is surprise with my action. Maybe with the thing I would do next, she will be more surprise. “Congrats. I hope that best for the both of you. Best of wishes…” smiling at her I walk away and stopped as I step on something. It is the invitation she gave a while ago. I pick it up and heard a shot of gun in my direction. I look in front of me and saw a vase shattered into pieces. The impact of the glass falling from the painting with mirror cover is the reason why the vase fall in the ground. I gasp. How can I forgot something like this? This is the very moment that I died… but… why is there a gun shot if I didn’t tried to kill Mazie? “Kianna…” A voice called my name. With his stern voice… I k
“Why… How…?” I utter as my heart beat as if a big pillar was remove its weight and freed me from such a burden. If you will think about it… the very reason why he died is because of me. If I did not change things… if I never met Rocco once again… I didn’t act rashly back then… that wouldn’t have happened. “Hey.. why are you crying again? Does your eyes have a dam of tears inside it?” they giggled as they make fun of how I can cry and cry without running out of tears. “Kianna… what happened?” I feel his hand touching my head. He pat my hair to comfort me. I don’t know what happened… if those things are just big nightmare or what… still… if it is really the future… I am happy. I am more than happy to know that my friends are alright. That the nightmare I had never happened in real world… I am so happy that Exequiel is alive. I am so happy that Hera is not mad at me… at us… that the friendship we build through time is still… complete. “Nothing… I think that... I just had a very… ve
“Loving someone… you can’t explain it in words. Love is simple yet complicated.” “What do you mean mom? Simple… yet complicated?” “Yes. Love… is like everything around us. It can be related to anything you see. Still, it doesn’t completely tell what love really is. Knowing if you really love someone… it is only you who can answer that. When you love someone… you will know it yourself. You may be aware of it but mostly… people don’t. they will just know it when they were told by others. Or if they asked themselves if they like that person…” “Mom… I think… Love really is complicated.” “It surely is.” “About what you’ve said… mom… are you really sure that Love can be defined by anything? I mean, anything?” “Yes… why? You don’t believe your mother? Try me.” I gigged. Even if my question wasn’t fully answered, I think it is a good time for me to have a fun time with my mom. This never happened before… I would be selfish to do such thing but I can’t let this moment pass me by. “Then
“Kianna are you alright?” Mom asked me since I act as if something is bothering me. Sitting on the hospital bed as I cross my legs, I put my cheeks on my right hand’s palm. “Yes… I’m just… bothered by something…” “Don’t stress yourself too much” “Thanks mom…” I look at my phone and finally, the process of deleting those files are now complete. I even deleted it in my phone’s trash bin as so I can completely erase him from my life. Yes.. I am surprise about what is happening in my life. This doesn’t sound so true… still, I just accept the fact since this already happened before. I came back to the past and isn’t it not odd if I came back to the present? I look at my phone and realize that I don’t have load. It expired this morning… how… funny. “Mom… do you have load?” “You don’t have?” “Yupp…” “I’ll send you load.” “Thanks mom. I can’t open my gocash since I have no internet.” “No worries” And so, my phone vibrate as I received a notification. I received a load worth of
“Kianna?” he utter in surprise. I can’t say any more words as I feel different emotions flowing in my heart. I want to hug him… and tell him how much I miss him. I want to kiss him and tell him how much I love him. I want to put my hands cupping his cheeks and ask him if he missed me. I want to feel his embrace that is telling me I am safe in his arms. Yet… I can’t say anything. My head turns blank and my voice won’t work. I went here not exactly hoping to see him yet… here I am… standing in front of the man who I am looking for. Here right in front of me… is the man who treated me as his princess who he wanted to be his queen. “Kianna…? Um… I don’t know what to say. It is nice meeting you!” I replied with a smile. Kianna… wake up! Say something! You… have to… answer… “Yeah… it is… nice meeting yo-u” Did I stutter? Ahhh why do I feel as if I am a teenager who was meeting his crush for the first time!! For me… we may have shared lots of memories together but in his mind… in this
As what Patrish said, we had a group date. Thankfully, Scott agreed since he is not busy. My parents let me since the culprit of that incident was caught. I thought it was Francis who shot the painting causing the vase to shatter. My conclusion is wrong. I had a hint about that since I saw a bullet hole in the wall glass of that building. Before I fell out of my consciousness, I thought it is just my memories who created that. Turns out it is right. Now, I find it odd since, the day I died… I saw him holding a gun. That is why I thought that it is him who is the reason of my death. I hurt his fiancé and that is the thing he respond. Killing me with my own hands. If that is the conclusion that the police said… then…. Does that mean it isn’t Francis who killed me? Did I think wrong about him? If it really isn’t him… then who? “Kianna, let’s go?” “Ah… sure.” Scott drive me to our destination. While on our way… “Why are you still single?” “Because I choose to be?” he answered c
“Sister beautifuw wady? You are here too?” I saw the son of Drake hugging the turtle designed neck pillow. I bend my knee a little just so I can face him comfortably. I hate it when I look down to someone, even if it is a child. “Hello Mavrick~ why are you here?” “Dada bring me here~" He said while hugging the turtle neck pillow. It looks like he really like it. I pat his head and smiled. I’ll buy this for him. But… wait, he said that… Dada? He mean… Drake? So they went here… is that so? I feel sad. Not that much but, I still miss Drake. I don’t want to be a burden in their life. Drake is happy now with his own family. He have a sweet little kid and a wife… that isn’t me. I smiled bitterly. “Wosh" Mavrick mumbles as he let the turtle touch my nose. Did I just zone out? “What’s with that?” “Mr. Turtwe wiw wosh bad bad" I giggled. How cute!!!!! “Thank you Mavrick~ “Mavrick? Ow, there you are. You shouldn’t run and leave like that.” “Dada!” As soon as I heard his voic
“Kianna, I know we just met again after a long while but… would you like to go out with me?” “Silly, do you think we are still children to go out and get to know each other?” “But I don’t want to make things fast…” I smiled, is that why he ask me first to be his girlfriend? I remember that our first date was also the first time we met since I travel in the past. He treated me dinner back then. I wipe my tears as I turn my back at him. Smiling as I face Drake, he give me his genuine smile. “Yes, let’s date” The group date that was suppose to be me and Scott hanging out since we don’t have any relationship or sort turns out to me one of the memories that I will build with Drake. I can’t help but feel happy. He is like a medicine in my sickness. When he is around I always feel comfortable. He really is my comfort zone. “Drake… why didn’t you greet me when I graduated. You was there, right?” He was startled for a short while. So he is indeed there. That happened in the past I