When Everything Fails (De Chavez #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

MARCH ROLLED in as the air turned humid. However, in its second week, the air cooled down because of the upcoming typhoon. A thick bank of clouds gathered together, filling the entire sky. The majestic sun was nowhere to be found but the silver light that cascaded amid told me where it was. The wind cradled through my cheeks, sending a shiver down to my body as if I was not covered with a white baggy hoodie and a pair of black leggings with black boots. My head was topped with a gray beanie.

Time flies so fast. It had been months since Kei and I decided to take the next stage of our relationship. In those months, I cannot say that we'd been on cloud nine all the time. No. We argued all the time. I cringed— partly because most of the fights we had were from petty things I created, and also because I was always bitching at him mostly rather than talking to him to sort out things.

Honestly, I wasn't perfect on this. I had tons of shortcomings and I was so thankful that Kei was patient with me. I'd been wondering if he'd been fed up with my attitude or there was a time he regretted being with me. I couldn't blame him for thinking that but it still weighed a lead in my chest.

We didn't argue all the time. There were times that we shared moments that I wanted to treasure in my entire life. Those were the moments I wanted to capture with my camera; save it on the hard drive; put it in a time capsule. I'd been apprehensive about what tomorrow holds for us. There were complications ahead of us and it lingered in the bottom part of my stomach. I wanted to neglect the inevitable but it gnawed my ass every time silence took over. There were what-ifs that I wanted to bury; fear that was becoming a monster that slowly gripping my neck with its talons.

I wanted to tell Kei about the plan of my Father after this school year. But something was holding me back. I wanted to enjoy the realm of happiness with him. The idea of being apart from him made a crevice onto the said realm. Every time Kei asked what was wrong, I always tried to avert the topic. I knew he felt something was wrong but he did not push. I was thankful for it since I couldn't open up. Not yet.

Last week of February, I signed my contract— that I hadn't read since my Father assured me that he'd done reading it and there was no need to worry about— with the Network and to the series that I'd be in. I was the first cast introduced to the bosses and gladly, they showed a warm welcome to me. Of course, I was the daughter of Marshall Angeles. Who would dare to show their dislike of me? I cringed at the thought.

They started the casting a week after my contract signing. I'd tried to read the storyline of the series and it piqued my interest in some ways. However, anxiety overshadowed any emotions that lodged in me. I couldn't do it. Those were the first words that slipped out of my lips during the contract signing. It was ironic since an hour before the contract signing, I'd begged my Father to change his mind about this one but he just threw a glance as if I was out of my mind.

At that moment, indignation started to root at the pit of my stomach. I clenched my teeth as the tears prickled at the back of my eyes. Come on, talk. I mentally hissed to myself, exasperation started to seep through my throat but no sound came out. Empty.

Voiceless.

Pero bakit gano'n? Ayoko ang nangyayari sa 'kin ngunit wala akong magawa. My love for my father was on top of everything that it pained me to see even the slightest glint of disappointment in his eyes when I did such a thing. That was also the reason I turned my back to music because he didn't like me play because it reminded him so much of my Mother. I bottled up all the pain, disappointment, and anger in me just to coo my Father's wounded heart. I would rather catch the pain than see him at his lowest point.

"Hey," I heard a very familiar voice behind me.

I pivoted to see who it was. The glum in my face instantly vanished as I stared at Kei who looked so imposingly handsome with his chiseled face. He was wearing a white tee topped with a black jacket and a pair of faded blue jeans and his gray Converse. His hair was a little longer than usual yet it fits him perfectly. Well, there was nothing that made him look bad.