Romancing Dominance [BL][COMPLETED]

chapter 12 | romancing dominance

A broken heart is all that's left
I'm still fixing all the cracks...

Two opposing soul met, not in coincidence but was forced to do so.

Jakob and I are two opposing poles. He's wild and free, just like the horses in the fields.

I exist but I don't really exist. I was out but I was not really out.

My intentions were vague. I was a different person back then. I have to learn to sympathize with people and to read people and their intention.

My mind feels like a foreign land...

Iba dito sa Maraya, dahil dito hindi ko kailangan magpanggap. I can be carefree.

Napangiti ako nang dumampi ang tubig ulan sa labas sa aking pisngi.

Silence rang inside my head. Please, carry me, carry me, carry me home...

Umuulan at may kulog din kaya nasa bintana lang ako nakatingin sa labas ng bahay.

Softly humming a song...

Small-town boy in a big arcade
I got addicted to a losing game...

Muling bumuhos ang malakas na ulan kaya may mga patak ng ulan ang dumadampi sa mukha ko.

Like in a movie, I touched the cold droplet on my cheeks. It felt surreal, its beauty, and how amazing it was made.

Rains can be grieving but ironically it can also give comfort at the same time its cold water rinses you from pain and the breeze gives comfort to broken hearts.

Today is Saturday and I'm thinking of visiting the church tomorrow. I have never visited their church here.

I continued humming the familiar melody. I like my voice, but I am more interested in playing instruments. I can play the piano, the violin, and the harp.

Remembering that Tita Wana gifted me the classic grand piano. The piano is one of the gifts I received from the Buenavistas.

Bumaba ako sa sala at nakitang walang tao doon. The house is quite and there's only the sound of the rain coming from outside.

Kaagad na nakita ng aking mga mata ang binaba ko dito sa sala.

The grand piano.

Lumapit ako dito at naupo. I started a new piece I recently heard. A piano rendition of the song Minefields.

Pinikit ko ang mga mata, trying to remember the song. I placed my fingers on the piano and started playing it.

My fingers drift and collide to create the perfect harmony.

Now this might be a mistake
That I'm calling you this late
But these dreams I have of you ain't real enough...

Naalala ko nun, my music teacher was really harsh on me.

My fingers would bleed from the stick she uses to condition me.

I was so afraid and I don't understand why she has to do it. It was really painful.

At a young age, I learned not to cry. Because crying does not make me better.

Maybe I'm just a fool
I still belong with you
Anywhere you, anywhere you are...

I dreamt of home ever since. Naiingit ako sa mga kaedad ko noon. They would bully me for having no parents.

At least I had me.