Diving the Ocean Blue(Puerto Princesa Series 4)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

"We trusted you Arsen!" Nangiginig ang boses ni Bianca habang dinuduro ang lalaking pinagkakatiwaan namin kanina pa. Ang taong inaakala namin na tutulong at hindi tratarydor sa'min. I have this feeling na gagawi niya ito, pero pina-iral ko ang aking damdamin sa kanya, ang aking pagmamahal sa kanya. Everything will turn around when it comes to ourselves. We can be selfish in some way or time in our lives. We need to think of ourselves one day, but can you even think of hurting someone for your own needs? For your own reputation? Against the person who has been there in your journey?

I don't think so.

There is no room for love on a mind that is clouded of desperation.

My eyes became watery when he didn't move and just pointing the knife in front of us. "Love, please, don't do it." Pagmakaawa ko sa kanya. Nanlambot ang kanyang itsura pero dahan dahan siyang naglakad patungo sa'min, kami naman ay umatras, hindi alam ang gagawin.

"Arsen! for the love of God! Put the knife down!" Kori said while looking away when his dark eyes landed on her.

"I swear to God Arsen! kung hindi mo yan ibababa, kakalimutan namin na magkakilala tayo!" Si Bridget naman ang nagsalita ngayon ngunit hindi umimik si Arsen at tumingin pa din sa'kin na may nakaka-awang mata. Bumuga ako ng hangin at tumango sa kanya. I know what I need to do, if he wins, at least we ca still see the treasure, yun naman ang gusto na'min. The treasure, not to win the gama. Marami na ang pinag-daanan namin patungo dito, a slice of our blood won't hurt for a friend's sake right?

"Jemi?" Sabay sabay nilang wika sa'kin na hindi makapaniwalang tono ngunit naka'y Arsen ang aking attensyon. I can just give him my blood, to make teacher's realize na sa'min lahat yun.

He walked slowly at the and when it was an inch apart, I gave him my wrist, he gulped hard as he was going to slice my skin with the sharp knife, I closed my eyes, getting ready for the tears of my blood when nothing happened. Gasp all around from my friend, I gently opened my eyes and with all my might, I throw the knife on the ground and put my handkerchief on the part where the cut is.

He cut himself instead of me.

He was busy holding the handkerchief, he started moving backwards. I tried to reach him with open arms but the moment he lifted her gaze on me, my heart started to ache. I can see the amount of guilt in his eyes as she shifted on my wrist that he was supposed to cut then he shook his head for god knows how many times, as he looked away.

"Love, it's oka—"

"It's not okay. This is my fault, I'm so sorry love." But when I was going to reach him, his feet made him run away from us. Hindi ako nakagalaw at nakatanaw lang ako sa kanya. He needs space, I get it.