Hello! Here's chapter 7. Last 5 or 6 chapters and we're done. 😊💚
credits to GMA for the DTBY header.
FICTION.
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They were alone in the room, and the door was wide open.
Mia looked at it, confused, but moved to look at a sleeping RJ next to her.
The issue of the door wasn't really important.
He was so beautiful.
She reached over to brush the hair back from his face and winced at the soreness in her body. She blushed as she remembered why her body was sore. The memories of the night before were flooding her consciousness, and she quickly buried her face against RJ's shoulder. She didn't want him to see her fiery blush.
It had been more than two years since she had even looked at another man. It had never felt right, even with her just literally looking. Last night she had done more than look. In fact she had been an enthusiastic participant in last night's activities.
It seemed that her body had been starved for this. Not for just the act, but for all it represented. She had only realized how right it was when his body had touched hers.
Yes, their love was real.
But it had to be more than that. Love was . . . wanting to be loved. Her body had wanted to be loved, and he had known that.
He had done a LOT of loving last night.
Love was reaching out and touching the person you loved to ask them to love you in return.
She hadn't needed to ask, because he had miraculously known how much she needed to make their reunion real. This was the way to do it. The only way.
She sleepily nuzzled his shoulder, her tongue coming out to delicately taste him.
Everything was perfect, and nothing could go wrong.
She began to dream about how she would proudly introduce him to her parents, and tell them about how he had been looking for her for over two years. She would let them know that someone did love her. Her son did have a name. That she would no longer be their burden. She wanted them to understand that she hadn't let them down.
Maybe then . . . maybe then they would look at her without the disappointment in their eyes. The disappointment she always seemed to see there.
RJ sleepily stirred beside her, and speaking in a husky voice, asked, "What are you doing down there?"
She stayed quiet.
"Mia, look at me," he insisted, reaching out to nudge at her chin.
She allowed her chin to be raised, and looked at him shyly. The blush was back.
"I want you to come with me," he said. "Sasama ka sakin."
"Saan?" she asked in surprise.
"Babalik tayo sa nakaraan. So we can remember together. Hindi tayo dito nakatira. We had a home elsewhere. And we need to go back to continue our lives. Only that way will you be able to remember," he explained.
"But . . ." she began in doubt.
"There should be no buts. Think about it. You only had vague dreams before I came. But since we've gotten back together, you realized that these were memories and they became much clearer and sharper. You could actually tell what was happening. You're remembering. If that can happen with my presence, then think about what would happen if we went back to the lives we once knew."
