The time passes unevenly in strange lurches. It's been a year since I started lucid dreaming and it feels so good to travel around the world. It seems realistic that my heart even aches to stay.
It's been half a year since I last saw Titus on my dreams. Even though I think about him most of the time, he won't got dragged inside anymore. If ever he mastered this path, it would possible to resist. Maybe he did it the way I couldn't.
I haven't seen Allyssa too. They lost on the same day and at the same time. All I can ever do is to wait for him to appear in my sight once more.
To paint his face again, on an empty canvas using my brushes' tip and variety of colors, serves as my pleasure; so I could stare at his beauty for a long time. That even if I blink, he'll never dissapear. He'll stay hanging on the wall. He won't leave me, like how he did before.
I've been with Fauro for that period of time and we became much more closer. Those tears and laughter we shared together, is beyond precious. We argue a lot but we have things in common, so we vibe.
My research says that this place is packed to the brim with ancient monuments left over from a parade of conquerors, and endowed with showcase scenery that never fails to impress. Yes, we are on Turkey.
I stiffened on the bench I was sitting on when a warm palm touches the skin of my shoulder, raising goosebumps.
"Hey!" I jumped when I realized it was Fauro. I put a hand across my chest and I can feel my heart drumming hyperactively over my warm palm. My breath, it was uneven.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Did I shock you? Or by a chance, are you expecting someone else?" he asked, meaningfully.
He gave a smile but that smile was bitter. "Your face told me that you thought it was him, right?"
I crouched down while looking straight at the laces of my shoes. Yes, he was right.
Mama
Oh! Nak! Next year, eh college ka na, 'di ba?
Ace
Opo, bakit po?
Mama
Napagdesisyunan kasi namin ng papa mo na rito ka na lang mag-aral sa San Francisco.
Ace
Bakit, Ma? Miss niyo na ako?
Mama
Hindi, nak. Pabigat ka na kasi masyado sa Tita mo. Nahihiya lang si Mama.
Dapat ako naman ang mabigatan kahit mabigat ka nang dati.
Ace
Ano ba, self? Kalmahan mo lang. Nanay mo pa rin 'yan.
YOU ARE READING
Take me down the road of Sacramento
Novela JuvenilAce La Synfonic is a girl with a dulcet smile, so kind, so pure. With her white lies, she stands alone. She was a nuisance, a hard-headed brat and aspiring writer who was deeply infatuated with a future lawyer. Pen versus a scale, love beyond lies...
