"I have something to confess," he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he sat across from her. The morning sunlight poured through the window, casting a warm, golden glow over the hidden room. He felt a sense of lightness, almost as if a weight had been lifted from him. It was as though he'd been holding onto something for far too long, and now, finally, he was ready to let it go. Today, he was ready to be with Cara without any lingering hesitation."Yeah? Well, you still owe me the full story from the start. I’m curious," she replied, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of playful expectation. She always had that air of innocence about her, the kind that made him want to protect her, but today, he had a feeling she’d be seeing a different side of him.He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. "Do you remember the guy who gave you that iced coffee?" he asked, watching her reaction closely.She smiled, a light laugh escaping her lips as
“Professor, may I speak with you for a moment?” Vince asked, his voice tinged with unease. His mind was a whirlwind of restless thoughts as he walked toward Cara’s closest friend and most trusted confidante. He felt an overwhelming urge to learn more about Cara—specifically, the fears she had kept buried, the ones she had yet to share with him. His need to understand her was growing, and he hoped that her closest friend could provide insight into the things Cara had yet to reveal.“What’s this about? Is this regarding Cara?” she asked, her tone almost knowing. She motioned for him to follow her toward the counseling room, as though she anticipated his question before he even spoke it. Vince, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity, followed her quietly, sensing that whatever she would say would leave him with more questions than answers.Once they were seated in the quiet of the room, Vince didn’t waste any time. He asked, his voice steady but filled with urgency, “Can you tell me
A dream is also a reality, a hidden power of the mind that holds the truth,” Cara often reflected on this belief whenever her thoughts wandered back to the strange dream from her past.As a child, Cara had been bright yet naïve when she first encountered that vivid, bizarre dream. In it, she met a boy she believed to be a childhood playmate. He was quiet and reclusive, and while the other children rejected him, treating him as though he were mute due to his shy nature, Cara saw something different in him. She understood that he wasn’t disabled or unable to speak; he could communicate just like anyone else, but he seemed to keep to himself. Something about him drew her in—something no one else seemed to notice. There was a kind of mystery about him that fascinated her, a feeling that something significant lay hidden beneath the silence. It was as if she could feel his thoughts, his pain, and his unspoken words without him having to say a thing. There was an undeniable connection between
“You mean, this time it wasn’t a boy, but a grown man? Did you see his face?” Jean asked, curiosity dancing in her voice.Cara sat quietly, trying to gather her thoughts before responding. “I didn’t. I was about to see his face, but then I suddenly woke up. I tried going back to sleep to continue the dream, but I couldn’t return to it. I was frustrated, Jean. It felt like something important was just out of reach.” She let out a soft sigh, her tone heavy with disappointment.Jean’s voice took on a playful, almost teasing quality. “I think your childhood playmate just grew up into a man. Maybe it was him! Can you imagine? Your dream is unbelievable! But then again, maybe it’s just absurd. It couldn’t happen in reality… unless he’s real. So, don’t mind me, I’m just throwing ideas out there,” she laughed, trying to lighten the mood.Jean was joking, but she had a point. It didn’t make sense that the boy from her dream could grow up into a man in real life. Maybe it was just Cara’s mind cr
She is back in reality at school. “That was only a dream. A dream is not real.” She calmed herself while chanting it to forget the dream that she had. She has to move on with her life, so she must not remember it. “Hey dear, what’s up?” Jean joined her at her table at the cafeteria while she was taking her lunch break. “It’s still the same. But I don’t think this is good news, I met the face of the man in my dream yesterday. I have never seen his face in reality before, but he looks familiar. He told me in my dream that he was the little boy I met in the past. He grew up in my dream unbelievably.” She recited her dream so that Jean could help her in dealing with it. “I guess, you’re crazy!” But Jean just reacted impulsively. “No, I’m not. Just come to think of it. I thought you were a genius. How can you be slow-witted?” She thought Jean could have read her mind the moment she told her, but she couldn’t get her rationally. “I got you now. Are you thinking, you’re going to find the
She woke up feeling mesmerized. The feeling was genuine. It was more than just a thing. It was a memory that she couldn’t forget. Because the thing he just gave her before she left was a strange passionate kiss. She caught his face, questioning her. Then he walked closer to her. She felt his hand reached her face. She closed her eyes when she saw his face nearing closer to her. Then she felt his lips touching the tip of her nose, and a little later, his lips went down her lips like a lion devouring his meat. He paused and whispered in her ear. “This is the thing I wanted to give you before you leave. Remember me and I will live in your heart forever.” She still remembers every second that happened to her earlier in her dream. She thought she couldn’t bring the thing into the real world but when she came to think of it, it was like it happened in reality that it can’t erase in her memory even though she had to wake up from the strangest dream she had. She went back to the couch that
“This is for you. I want to give you chocolate because you are the only one who enjoys playing with me.” A boy said and gave her a piece of chocolate candy. He has a sweet smile and a boyish look. She kissed him on his cheek and returned him the sweetest smile. She again remembered this moment in her childhood dream. When she thinks about it. It was just a nice dream. But why did she think of it as if it happened and why did her parents make a big deal out of it just because she had tantrums and bullied her nanny? She doesn’t understand the whole thing that happened in her childhood days. She had this feeling that there was something in her past that her parents and her doctor did not tell her. “You said the dream I had is peculiar from the other cases you were studying. What do you mean by that?” “Yes, it is. The boy in your childhood dream had a clear picture, as well as the man in your present dream. It’s somewhat unusual because your mind remembers clear pictures of your drea
“Where are we going, Mister?” She asked him when she noticed their way to nowhere. “So you decided to call me Mister, huh?” He ignored her question and just reacted like he remembered the last time she said to him about giving him a nickname. “Nope! Answer my question first, “Where are we going?” She again repeated her question while ignoring his statement. “I’m calling you Mister because you are so mysterious to even have a nickname. So, why bother?” But she still explained her undefined reason for the sake of his hypnotizing charm even though she feel unsatisfied with him. “We’re here.” He just smiled sweetly and ignored her annoyed expression. They stopped walking suddenly. She looked around the place and was amazed by nature's beauty. This place is just a paradise. She didn’t notice it at first because her eyes were staring at the man who had been holding her hand. “Where are we?” she asked again, but to herself only with a curious reaction. She explored herself in the place
“Professor, may I speak with you for a moment?” Vince asked, his voice tinged with unease. His mind was a whirlwind of restless thoughts as he walked toward Cara’s closest friend and most trusted confidante. He felt an overwhelming urge to learn more about Cara—specifically, the fears she had kept buried, the ones she had yet to share with him. His need to understand her was growing, and he hoped that her closest friend could provide insight into the things Cara had yet to reveal.“What’s this about? Is this regarding Cara?” she asked, her tone almost knowing. She motioned for him to follow her toward the counseling room, as though she anticipated his question before he even spoke it. Vince, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity, followed her quietly, sensing that whatever she would say would leave him with more questions than answers.Once they were seated in the quiet of the room, Vince didn’t waste any time. He asked, his voice steady but filled with urgency, “Can you tell me
"I have something to confess," he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he sat across from her. The morning sunlight poured through the window, casting a warm, golden glow over the hidden room. He felt a sense of lightness, almost as if a weight had been lifted from him. It was as though he'd been holding onto something for far too long, and now, finally, he was ready to let it go. Today, he was ready to be with Cara without any lingering hesitation."Yeah? Well, you still owe me the full story from the start. I’m curious," she replied, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of playful expectation. She always had that air of innocence about her, the kind that made him want to protect her, but today, he had a feeling she’d be seeing a different side of him.He leaned back against the headboard, his eyes glinting with a mischievous spark. "Do you remember the guy who gave you that iced coffee?" he asked, watching her reaction closely.She smiled, a light laugh escaping her lips as
"Mom, I will tell you. Vince and I, we like each other. I'm saying this not to get your approval but to not lie to you. I'm sorry Mom. I know you would feel disappointed in me. I am mature enough to make my own decision. I remembered my childhood past. Vince and I already talked about it, and he understands everything even about her parents. I was already punished and forgiven. I don't want to blame myself because it wasn't my fault for having a puerile mind." She can't believe it, this is not yet the time to tell her mom about her relationship with Vince. But her mom's ear was like a dolphin's. Her best friend suddenly excused herself and went home early to escape her mom's interrogation. Because she knows, she already saved her when she answered her mom's curious question since it was about her."But, I don't want you to be hurt in the end sweetheart. Vince is a kid who is not destined for you. Cara, he has this condition that specifically you can't be able to handle it if it is tr
"Cara, I have an idea for you to make Vince play with you alone and leave him after. I know a good place." "How do we get there? Do you want to come with us? I'm not sure if I can leave Vince alone. He's my friend, after all.""Look over there! See that big cave? If you can get Vince to go there, you can play with him as much as you want. He might even want to be alone after that. I won't be able to come with you, but I can give you directions. You're a smart princess, I'm sure you'll find your way back here quickly." Will is plotting something for Cara's unsuspecting mind. Vince already anticipates that at any minute she will approach him to carry out Will's deceitful scheme. He turned back quickly to disguise himself from their conversation as he heard them talking about him. A minute later, Cara went to him running her tiny little feet wearing her cute sandals."Hey Vince, let's go on an adventure! I found an awesome place we can explore together. Are you in?""How do you know t
"I don't want to end this." She whispered in her mind when Vince ceased for a moment. Like a wild tigress, she drew him with her alluring play. Unlike those memories in the past that her mind brought, what they are doing right now is not in her wildest hopes to happen. This is very new to her. The emotion she feels rages inside her like a beautiful disaster blasting suddenly. "Oh please, penalize me." She again whispered but in his ear, permitting him to do what he had to from the start of his zeal. She offered herself to him. They filtered those negatives and allowed themselves to give in to their bursting emotion. Allowing themselves to be driven by each other's embrace is the cure for all the wounds they had in the past. She now had this feeling of blaming their parents for what they incurred in their minds because of that thoughtless remorse. Even when she remembered, everything that happened wasn't their fault. Reminding herself of selfishness is not her thing anymore. When she r
She felt uneasy after reading the text sent by the man, who made her heart feel empty just recently. She thought Vince had already cut their connection when he talked to her the last time. And as far as she remembers, they were as good as strangers again when he avoided her every moment she ran into him. Nevertheless, she still found her way to him again when her feet brought her to the hidden room at the library. She looked like she was hypnotized after she read his message. Perhaps she admits to herself that she is missing him. Heading her stride like a fool walking near the end section of the library, she is excitedly feeling nervous. A mixed emotion is raging inside her. She was going inside the hidden room when she sensed a strange atmosphere. She saw Vince on his back and quickly turned around when he heard her footsteps as she entered the room. She suddenly remembered the eyes of someone who was the reason for her fainting from the last time she had been hospitalized. She wa
Vince headed straight to the cafeteria, already irritated by his sister’s behavior. She had texted him, telling him she was having lunch with Cara. He had been planning to leave early, but now he felt uneasy. He couldn’t stand the thought of his sister pestering Cara, especially after everything that had happened.As he walked toward them, he could see the two of them talking. Cara was being polite, but there was something about her expression—it was as if she was tolerating his sister's attitude with practiced ease, like she already knew how to handle her.“I knew you’d have trouble making friends with that snotty attitude, my dear sister. My appreciation for Cara for tolerating your type,” Vince blurted out as he approached the table, annoyance evident in his voice."Hey, watch it!" his sister shot back, but Cara understood the jibe clearly. Her calm demeanor didn’t change, but Vince could see a flicker of understanding in her eyes, as though she wasn’t surprised by his outburst."It
Mrs. Perez remembered realizing everything that happened in the past is not her daughter’s fault. It was because of the kid. She remembered Will’s dad, Mr. Anderson, who was sorry to justly revealed and explained to her then about the real condition of his nephew which resulted in his parents’ accidental death. The reason she prevented Cara from getting close to Vince after she learned about what happened in the past. And the reason, she gave her condition to his family was for her to accept her daughter’s fault in the accident. Thus, the real reason she’s still in contact with the Anderson family is for her daughter’s own good. “I thought you made a promise, for my daughter’s sake. What happened to that condition?” “What do you mean?! You know, Vince is not our family anymore. We already cut our connection to him as one of your conditions, for everyone’s sake.” “I wasn’t the one who sold him. Your family was the one who sold him because of his parents’ debt. I didn’t expect you to
“Hey, Vinci!” He knew it. His world will be a mess again because of her. She always annoys him. But he found himself still walking near her table with his today’s lunch. Or maybe he just wants to warn her about being his clingy sister. “From now on, you are not my sister.” Her eyes sparkled like she was waiting for the moment that he will finally cut their connection from each other. He thought, she adores him as her older brother, but why does she look very happy? “Okay. I will tell Dad that we are not siblings anymore because you are now my boyfriend.” As if she can tell it. Her sister is all bluff. He knows her very much to think that she is the more childish. He ignored her and begin to swallow his spoon full of rice and a piece of fried chicken as his viand. “I am not kidding. Since no one knows that you are an adopted son of the school director here. And no one knows that I am his daughter. You can be my fiancé.” She lowered her voice for the reason that others might hear them