Bewildered 🌸 (kja)

Retrouvaille

retroivaille (n.) The joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery.

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Everything came to a stop. The world around Harry turned into a blur of motion and sound. He felt immobilized, as if his feet were cemented to the floor. His eyes were locked on the stunning woman just a few meters away.

Oh, God, she's breathtaking! No words can truly capture her beauty. She's simply... flawless. In his eyes, she's perfect. He was so awestruck that he forgot to breathe.

"Breath, Harry." bulong ni Sixto sa anak na tila napipi at natulala.

Harry looks utterly stunned and at a loss for words. They are in the expansive living room of the Mortonis. As the Mortonis approach them, Harry's heartbeat grows increasingly louder and more intense. The sound of his own heart feels overwhelmingly real.

"Kumpadre, kumare." The Fortaleza and the Mortoni exchange kisses and handshakes.

Liza stood awkwardly right behind her parents, unsure of what to say or how to react. She felt completely lost. Naiilang siya. Ni hindi niya kayang tingnan ang makisig na binata sa kanyang harapan. She has a weird attraction to him.

"Oh, Liza, my dear..." Marianne said as she moved toward her and embraced her warmly. "I never thought I'd get to see you again."

Liza forced a tired smile and said, "I-I wish I could remember you, but..." She despises the amnesia that's stolen these precious memories of the people standing before her.

"That's all right, dear. It's fine." Marianne replied, wiping tears from her eyes as she smiled.

"Hello, Liza, dear." Sixto nodded and gave her a warm smile.

Liza nodded politely.

Napahugot ng malalim na hininga si Harry. Akala niya ay hindi niya na maririnig kailan man ang boses ni Liza. He had been longing to hear her voice!

There was a sudden and uncomfortable silence. Nagka-ilangan ang dalawang panig.

Sixto faked a cough. "Harry, why don't you give Liza the bouquet?" he said to his son encouragingly.

Noon pa lang naalala ni Harry na may hawak nga pala siyang bulaklak. Harry finally released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He gulped again and cleared his throat. "Liza..."

Upon hearing his voice, Liza's eyes fluttered shut almost instinctively. A flood of emotions surged through her, overwhelming her senses like a powerful wave crashing over her. The sensation made her skin tingle and her heart race. It was an unsettling yet deeply stirring feeling, leaving her with a strange mix of comfort and confusion.

When Harry extended the flowers to her, the faintest brush of their hands against each other sent a jolt of longing through her entire being. It was as if every fiber of her body reacted to the touch, igniting a yearning that she couldn't quite understand. The warmth of his hand, however brief, lingered in her mind, stirring up a deep sense of nostalgia and unfulfilled desire.

"Hi, I'm Harry," he said, his voice tinged with an awkward edge. Introducing himself to someone who should already know him felt deeply unsettling, but Lisa's memory loss left him no other option.

Their eyes met—her vivid blue eyes and his tempestuous gray locked in a silent, intense exchange. The moment felt charged with a deep, unspoken connection.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Harry reached out and gently grasped her elbow, drawing her closer to him. In an instant, he pulled her into a heartfelt embrace, a gesture filled with yearning and a profound sense of loss. The closeness, though brief, seemed to bridge a chasm of forgotten memories and unfulfilled longing, intensifying the ache he felt inside.