(COMPLETED) BRIGHTWIN and NAMON BL • MY FIREFLY PRINCE

Prologue III

Part III

Every afternoon, I have always been preparing magics using my fireflies and my powers to show Kyle, because he has always been looking for me everyday when he comes to the woods.

I have also started making a bracelet made of thin, strong vines. I'll be making two of the same design: one for me and the other, for Kyle.

Everyday is a chapter; joy its title heading, because I get to play with Kyle. The happiness that he gives to me is incomparable to seeing any sculptures of nature in the woods and in our palace.

Everyday is like the first time I get to see Kyle. I still feel excited before seeing him, fun when we're playing and longing when we depart.

I hear Kyle calling my name again. It's a sunny afternoon, yet the breeze is cool. I wait for him under a tree as he run towards me. His hair flows the opposite of his running direction and his smile is from ear to ear.

He hugs me when he has already reached me, and I embrace him back.

We get to do these routines every single day for a year, except the rainy days, when I tend to be with a similar feeling as of the sky. I could never get bored of these routines ever.

But this one afternoon, while we are laying on the grasses, after we have played until we're exhausted, Kyle seems to be in distress.

"You ok, Kyle?" I lean my head on my palm with elbow bent. I look at him. "Are you overly exhausted? I told you we should've ran slower." I giggled.

He looks at me. "I'm gonna miss you a lot, kuya Ali." He frowns.

I smiled at him. "I'm gonna miss you, too, Kyle... But we'll still see each other again tomorrow. Time is swift, Kyle. Before you know it, you're already here again."

He keeps a frowned face. "It's not that, kuya Ali." He was silent for a moment. It is pretty evident that something's bothering him.

I started to worry.

"We'll be leaving tomorrow in the city, kuya Ali. We will not be in our home anymore." His eyes are starting to glisten of tears. I feel very down of what he has said.

"I will not be seeing you for long, kuya Ali... But... I promise I'll come back here, ok? ... I'm just not sure when... But I'll definitely come back... for you." His tears has successfully escape his eyes. He is crying of melancholy.

I, too, is in the same state as of him. I feel my eyes are fragile.

I hold him in my embrace. I hug him tightly as if I'd never let him go. I feel like crying a river as of this moment but I try hard not to.

I keep silent because I can't find the words in my tongue.

"I told Dad I won't go with him in the city... But he said... He said... We'll move to the city because I'll be going to highschool..." He cries and sniffs.

"But... I don't wanna go to highschool, kuya Ali... I wanna be just here... With you... I wanna play with you everyday... " He continue while crying.

That's it. The wall that I've built in my eyes are starting to break, letting a fall of tears escape almost uncontrollably. I hold him even tighter, but not hurting him.