Last Drop of Coffee (Lost Souls Series #1)

Chapter 30

There were no stars above, only the moon, giving a path for us to see. Pangatlong araw na simula noong naglayas ako sa bahay. The pain is woven in my heart na kahit ano mang tawag at mensahe nila ay hindi ko mabalikan. I will hold them accountable for the pain they all caused. I remained silent when they were busy having fun together excluding me, but not to the point where they abuse my kindness and sympathy. Totoo nga ang sinabi nila, mahirap maging mabait.

"When will we stop running?" pagbasag ni Aeolus sa katahimakan. I could see him flinch for every step he takes. Then that hit me, when will we?

"Kailan matatapos 'to?" his eyes glistered in fear and for a moment, I could see his vulnerability. Nakahanap kami ng bench at doon muna umurong.

Hindi ko alam kung ano ang mararamdaman. Everyday is like a battle of you and your mental health. Iyong kahit malayo ka sakanila ramdam mo pa rin ang bigat. Bigat ng sakit. Because no matter how I try to find reasons for them hurting us, wala pa rin eh. We're a conflicted contradiction. Aeolus and I have different type of pain, and if you think all of it at once, you'll feel miserable to think of someone can do something this cruel.

Abenzuella hurts Aeolus and Drome simply by abusing them physically, with no words uttered. My family, uses words to stab you, little by little. It feels like a temporary death, 'yung kaya mo namang kumilos, pero parang naubos mo na ang sarili mo.

"Hindi ko rin alam." munting sagot ko sa tanong niya. Everything is so unsure, the moment I started to feel aware of the things going on around me is the moment I stopped breaking my walls. Does their heart stop when they see me crying in pain? No.

Tumingin si Aeolus sa'kin, from my hair up to my chin, he examined me closely as if he's trying to memorize every part of me, "What are you doing?" I asked.

"Nothing serious, just admiring you." he fixed my hair and kissed my forehead, "You look so pretty, My love."

His words are equivalent to a massage chair, soothing. It makes me feel a little comfortable. But no matter how much I try, everything is scary. I'm afraid of something I shouldn't.

"C-can I cry?" Aeolus rested his head on my shoulder and I tapped his hand. I wanted to burst out crying.

"Cry it all out. Nandito lang ako, mahal ko." at gaya noong sinabi ko ay hindi pa rin nawawala ang bigat ng aking loob.

It's like having a hollow block smashed on your feet, unbearable. He asked me that question, when in fact he shouldn't. He's free to cry as much as he wants, he's valid for being vulnerable. Men are not emotionless and they also cry, which is normal. He's a person too, my person.

"I love you . . ." my eyes were glued only to him. As I said those words, the winds swirled, and it felt like home, for a minute. He was in pain, I know that for sure. His bruises are deep hues of blue and his mouth has a little knife cut. Is Abenzuella really sick in the head?

Inakbayan ko siya habang nakasandal pa rin ang kaniyang ulo sa aking balikat. Tinatapik-tapik ko ito na para bang nagpapatulog ako ng bata, "Why don't we report it to the police?"

"Someone in the police was wrapped around my mother's thumb, wala tayong kawala, Isariell." pumikit ako.

"Paano kung . . ." tumingin ako sa kawalan, nakaharap kami sa daungan ng mga barko, dito namin naisipang maglakad-lakad, at habang nakatingin ako sa dagat na puno ng mga mukhang acido ay natahimik ako, "Paano kung, umalis tayo? You know, somewhere far."

"We'll run again?" Oo, Aeolus. We'll run until we will be chasing our breaths. We run even if it means far from people we once knew. I don't mind getting hurt, if the chances are us having the freedom we deserve.