The Endgame and Mischief

CHAPTER FOURTHY

CHAPTER 40: The fall...

As the vehicle fasten its pace the whisper of the wind became scream. I squinted my eyes and immediately closed the window as I bring myself to comfort and pay my attention onto him.

"Saan tayo?" tanong ko.

I caught him give me a side eye before making a right turn towards the dark street I am not familiar with.

"You'll see," sambit niya bago luwagan ang kurbatang suot at magpatuloy sa pagmamaneho.

Tahimik akong tumango bago aliwin na lamang ang mga daliri sa aking suot na gown.

Sa tahimik na biyahe, mga aninong naglalaro sa aking mga mata, at mga ilaw na nilalabanan ang gabi ay siyang pagbulong ng kanta mula sa kaniyang stereo. Ang mga mata ay ibinaling sa kaniya at kinabisado ang bawat sulok ng kaniyang anyo...tila ba ito na ang huli.

Before we separated our ways and take our own directions years ago, Alexander always been like this, reserved and intrepid. Viciousness is painted onto his eyes yet every strategic moves is calculated, like he's playing a chess. Raw of daunt look is all over him but he is always aware and attentive – observing and waiting his time to attack.

That's why when I decided to cut the strings that are connecting us, that moment I knew...I always knew that he lost the equilibrium he's been acquiring, he lost his calculation towards things, the intrepid become timid...because he have me.

He loved.

He became weak and used his heart.

Love makes us strong indeed it overpower us, yet love as well weakened us. Love is fear. Fear of being hurt, fear of being out of control, and fear of losing the things that once we had.

He feared of losing me...that time, that's why he came up on the decision of unfastening the grasp towards the things that once became his reason to live. Everything is out of control because there's no strategic plan, just love. And the decisions without a brain can cause chaos, we can be chaos.

And chaos does not happen in one place, it occurs with collateral damage, that's why before everything commence just in front of our eyes, the blood should come between us. The blood that is used as an ink to write the word 'stop'

"Wow..." bulong ko.

Ang laylayan ng aking gown ay naglayag sa hangin dahilan upang bahagya kong yakapin ang sarili.

Sa kabila ng lamig nang hangin ay siyang pagbalot sa akin ng kalituhan at pagkamangha dahil sa nakikita ngayon. Hindi napuputol ang titig sa aking nakikita ay siyang pagsara ko ng pinto ng kaniyang kotse at tila wala sa sariling gumawa ng hakbang papalapit sa nakikita.

Every home that became the chamber of lives became minuscule and can be only recognize as the light sparks on top of them, the place was crowded with trees and darkness yet upon looking at the center you will recognize the Plaza as it has the most brightest and most number of lights shining in the middle of the night. As this one-horse town is asleep you can see just behind them that stands as their backdrop is the Mount Isarog looking at them, indeed proud as if announcing to the place that it is ruling and guiding them.

"Welcome to Sta. Monica," saad ng magaspang ana boses mula sa aking likod.

Sa pagkalabog ng pinto ay siyang pagreklamo ng mga tuyong dahon dahil sa pagpalakpak ng kaniyang mga hakbang na wari ko'y patungo sa aking puwesto.

Ang mga labi ay nanatiling awang habang ang pagkamangha ay nanatili sa aking Sistema. Sa aking gilid mata ay namataan kong binuksan niya ang trunk ng kaniyang kotse at ang maliit na ilaw na nagmumula doon ay nagsilbing aming lampara sa gabi kung saan ang dilim ay nagdiriwang.