Take me down the road of Sacramento

Fifty one

"Sabi nila, kapag nag-wish daw ako rito sa wishing well na 'to, matutupad ang wish ko." Maluha-luha akong napatitig sa isang well doon. Nabasa ko sa isang article na somewhere here in Barcelona, may wishing well daw na nag-ga-grant ng wishes. Sinadya ko talaga 'tong lugar na 'to para humiling.

I closed my eyes and unconsciously, my eyes began tearing up. "I wish, I w-wish t-to s-see hi-him." I flipped the coin. "A-Again. E-even in m-my w-wildest dreams." Napaupo na lang ako dahil nanghihina na ang mga tuhod ko. Ang sikip-sikip na rin sa dibdib. Pakiramdam ko ay bibigay na ako.

Palagi ko siyang naiisip, he's the one that my heart truly desires, even in my deep sleep. The problem is, he wouldn't show up. Kahit anong pilit ko, kahit gustuhin ko, hindi talaga. Since he left, the only thing left to meet him is on my dreams. Ilang beses kong sinubukan at makailang ulit na rin akong nabigo.

Walang Titus.

Walang dumating na siya.

"I b-beg, p-please." Iniyuko ko ang ulo sa pagitan ng aking mga braso at doon ibinuhis ang bigat na hindi ko mailabas kapag nasa huwisyo ako.

I froze when I felt a warm palm touch my shoulder. In that moment, my heart started racing for infinitely more precious, my hands began shaking. I lifted my chin and murmered his name, "F-fauro?" I got my hopes up and ended up hurting myself.

"You said you were fine," he whispred. I felt his palms on the sides of my shoulder as he helped me up.

He took my face in between his hands and wiped my tears using his thumb. "But I never said it didn't hurt," I reasoned out. Fauro put his warm palm under my elbow and towed me to the bench near the well.

Fauro Moreno
Are you fine now?

Don't forget to fetch your breakfast, Ace.

Ace
I am.

I will. You too.

Fauro Moreno
'Wag kang magdadalawang-isip na magkwento sa akin, Ace. Handa akong makinig. Handa kitang intindihin kahit pakiramdam mo hindi ka na maintindihan ng buong mundo.

Ace
You're making me cry, soon-to-be Mr. Archi.