His Selfless Wife ✔️

Special Chapter

Special Chapter

Keyden's POV

As I stood infront of a grave, I smiled while looking at the name engraved on it.

Phoebe Lynx Villanueva-Fuentes
Our Angel

5 years. It has been five years since they left me pero pakiramdam ko ay kahapon lang nangyari ang lahat. Tuwing gumigising ako sa umaga ay ang presensya pa rin niya ang hinahanap ko.

Mapait akong napangiti, "Hindi pa rin pala ako sanay na wala ka." malungkot kong bulong. Nagbabakasakali na marinig niya at bumalik siya ulit sa akin, pero alam kong niloloko ko lang ang sarili ko. Kahit ilang beses akong magmakaawa, alam ko na hindi na sila babalik dahil ilang beses ko na iyong ginawa sa nakaraan.

Ilang beses akong umasa at ilang beses din akong nabigo.

Lumuhod ako sa harap ng puntod ng mag-ina ko at dahan-dahang inalis ang mga dahon na nakapaligid doon. Alam ko na ayaw ni Phoebe kapag magulo ang paligid. Naalala ko pa noon na kapag hindi nakaayos ang desk ko, hindi man niya ako papagalitan ay hindi naman niya ako papansinin hangga't hindi ko naaayos ang mali. Mas nakakatakot siya kapag ganoon dahil hindi niya talaga sasabihin sa akin ang ginawa ko hangga't hindi ko iyon nare-realize mag-isa.

I chuckled at the memory. "Ah... I really miss you." Bulong ko bago ako pumikit para damhin ang lamig ng hangin. Napakaganda ng panahon ngayon, kabaligtaran ng nararamdaman ko. Today is the day I lost them so I've been feeling like shit since this morning.

Naalala ko pa kung gaano karaming tao ang nagluksa sa pagkawala ni Phoebe. Hindi lang ako o ang ama nito, kung hindi pati ang mga staff ng ospital. Hindi ko alam na sa maikling panahon na pamamalagi ng asawa ko sa lugar na iyon ay napalapit na rin siya sa mga tao roon.

Feeling tired, I sat in front of the grave as if I was facing her. "Love, I feel like shit. This morning, I burned my toast, and my coffee taste like mud. I've been practicing but nothing beats your coffee. My therapist told me not to visit anymore but I can't. You're my safe place. Hindi pa kita kayang pakawalan kahit ilang taon na ang nakakalipas... Phoebe, ang hirap pa..rin..." I harshly wiped my tears using the back of my hand as I looked down. I don't want her to see me like this.

Siguro ay sawang-sawa na si Phoebe na makita ang mga luha ko. Tuwing bumibisita ako ay lagi lang akong umiiyak. Kahit subukan kong maging masigla, tuwing naaalala ko ang buhay sana naman ngayon ay hindi ko mapigilang umiyak. Sayang kami.

"I stopped hallucinating so they cut the dosage of my intakes. I think that was good. I already stopped taking sleeping pills, too since it will take a toll on my health in the future according to Ace." I smiled. "I... I stopped hoping that you will come back too. I stopped hoping that everything is a dream. Phoebe, without you, I'm living in a nightmare but that's okay... I'm okay."

I cleared my throath as I catch my breath. This always happens. I will never get used to this. I will never get used to the fact that whenever I tell her my stories, I won't be able to see her gentle smile and soft voice. I will never get used to the fact that I lost her completely.

"I'm starting to pick up the pieces of myself, Phoebe. Are you happy for me?" I whispered as I smile sadly.

"There you are." Bati ng pamilyar na boses bago ko naramdaman ang pagpalibot ng mga braso nito sa leeg ko para yakapin ako mula sa likod.

I smiled before facing her. Her features matured but her eyes held the same emotions as five years ago. Regret, sadness and guilt. "Hey, Charity."

She smiled before satting beside me, "Hey, Seb. Hey, Phoebs."

"You don't need to come here. Uuwi rin ako agad." I said while staring at the grave as if it would move. She shrugged before leaning on my shoulder, "Andy was crying. He was looking for you." She answered.