Hello! Here's chapter 5. Sorry for the delay, got caught up with heavy work loads since the weekend. Hopefully makabawi din ako for Moments. 😊
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They sat in the den. Mia stared up at the man in whose arms she was resting.
In whose arms she belonged.
She reveled in the fact that she could stare freely stare into his eyes, and unashamedly allow herself to be mesmerized by his good looks.
He was a very handsome man. And he was aware of it. But he had ultimately chosen her. For that she would always be grateful.
He looked down at her, and tweaked her nose gently.
She smiled up at him, and then reached up to kiss his luscious lips.
"I love you," she whispered.
"How much?" he asked her teasingly.
"Umm . . . enough to remember you in every lifetime. Enough to come after you and make you fall in love with me each time. Just like I did in this one."
"Nagpapaniwala ka sa mga ganyan?" he queried.
"I have to," she replied seriously. "Para sa ganoon, I can be with you over and over again. Di mo ko matatakasan akala mo ha." She laughed.
He looked at her lovingly.
"So if we're reborn again, in another life, in another place, as other people, you would still love me? You would still find me so that you could seduce me into falling in love with you again?" he asked, smiling.
"Seduce?? Grabe sya! At wag kang tumawa," she pouted. "You know that my soul would recognize yours. And I won't take no for an answer. Not from anyone in the world and not from you."
He smiled and bent his head to kiss her. "Promise me," he ordered. "That you'll always find me. That I'll never have to live without you."
"I promise," she whispered.
The scene began to slowly fade out. Taking with it all the love that had filled the atmosphere.
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"When bits and pieces of my memories came back the first place I went to is your Cafe. I saw your mother there. She told me you got married, that you have already forgotten about me, that you don't want to see me anymore. And she never told me anything about our son Not a single word." he said coldly, remembering the anger and anguish he felt when he heard the news. "But I didn't believe them, I had to see you. I have to see with my own eyes, I have to know."
Mia looked at the man in front of her, shocked by what he had just said. Memories weaved in and out of her consciousness, distracting her from the present moment.
The same accident..
And he had lost his memory just like her? Her heart wanted to believe, but something held her back. That was too incredible to believe.
"Am I supposed to believe this?" she finally muttered, her head spinning with all the memories that had begun to flood her consciousness the moment he had entered her life.
That in itself was a clue. Before his arrival she had only caught faceless glimpses of a shadowy past. His presence was shining a light on those memories, and finally bringing the past to life for her.
She felt so confused about how she felt . . . how she should feel. She didn't know whether she should be happy or afraid.
Should she have looked for him?
Had she let him down?
Let herself down?
If she had looked for him, and found him, maybe they would have been together a long time ago.
His voice interrupted her chaotic thoughts, giving her much needed relief from the questions disturbing her peace of mind.
"The locket . . .," he began.
"What about it?" she asked.
"Open it again. Take the picture out and look behind it," he instructed her.
She did as he ordered, and as the picture slipped out she glimpsed into the past .
HER past .
THEIR past.
It was a wedding picture. A picture of them together. Though that was a surprise, the bigger surprise was that they were in what looks like their wedding clothes. Simple yes, but wedding clothes just the same.
She turned to stare at him, stricken speechless by the truth she could no longer deny. She no longer wanted to.
He had been a part of her past. A big part. And from the way he was acting, he would be a part of her future.
And . . . she never wanted to let him go.
"I changed the pictures," he explained. "For some reason I wanted to just look at that picture. To view only your face. It haunted me, urging me to find you so that we could be together."
She wordlessly nodded, unable to speak.
He leaned up and over her . . . their son, and stared down at her. Mia could not move. Her body warmed from his nearness.
He moved his gaze over her face, staring at the person who had called to him for two years. For the first time that voice was silent. He no longer heard it crying in pain. Those imagined tears no longer pierced his heart.
When he had heard her voice at the MRT station earlier today, calling out James' name, his name, she had abruptly silenced the voice in his head.
He looked at her lips. The desire to taste her was too great. He leaned in closer. Her eyes widened, but she did not protest.
His lips finally touched hers, grazing against their petal softness. He was home. He was finally back where he belonged. For the first time in two years he felt at peace.
Mia's eyes closed as he moved closer, and she readied herself for the kiss. As soon as his lips touched hers, she recognized their shape.
Their feel .
Their taste.
He was the man of her dreams and he was her husband.
As she lay there, in his arms.
Their son sleeping next to them.
His lips gently kissing hers.
There was no room for any other thought.
Except one.
She was finally at peace.
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