FHS # 6 | Dubbed as the golden girl of Filimon Heights, everyone thinks Joana Cohen has everything a girl could ever want. However, what she has is the very thing that keeps her from getting what she truly wants.
With a life riddled with misconcep...
Mula rito, maaari kayong maka-encounter ng spoilers sa mga nangyari sa Filimon Heights 1-5—GNE, ATOF, TRR, PFM, and WTBF—Kung plano n'yong basahin ang previous installments, I suggest unahin n'yo muna silang basahin/tapusin kasi I assure you na marami talagang spoilers sa major events at plot twists nila pagdating dito sa story ni Joe. However, if you don't plan on reading them or you're okay with spoilers, you can go ahead and read as you like :)
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"I swear, I'm really okay!" No matter how many times I tried to assure Cyprus, he just wouldn't listen. He put his arm over my back and gently held me by the arm, guiding me to the nearest park bench.
Nang tuluyan akong maupo, mabilis siyang tumayo sa harapan ko at lumuhod gamit ang isang tuhod.
"Hindi ba tumama ang ulo mo kanina?" His worried eyes carefully scanned the left side of my head, and afterward the left. He even gently brushed away the dirt on my hair and cheek.
Seeing him again made my heart well up in joy, but watching him panic and worry over me stirred up the feelings I tried to bury for so long.
All I could do was stare at his face, silently praying that all of this isn't just some dream that I'll wake up from.
"Joe?" His soulful brown eyes suddenly met mine.
"Are you real?" I whispered to myself, still staring at his eyes.
Napakurap-kurap siya at kasabay nito ang paglitaw ng matamis na ngiti sa mukha niya. "Hindi ka pa rin talaga nagbabago. Nakukuha mo pa ring magbiro sa ganitong situwasyon."
His lips moved, but I really didn't hear what he said. I was too lost in his eyes again. However, because he was smiling, I couldn't help but smile back.
It's Cyprus. It has always been Cyprus. And maybe, it will always be Cyprus—the only man I will ever carry a torch for.
Napakarami pa niyang sinabi, pero bigla kong napansin ang mga galos sa braso niya. Dumudugo pa ito nang kaunti. Mabilis naglaho ang ngiti sa mukha ko.
"Oh my God, you're bleeding!" I dipped my head down and quickly reached for his shoulder. "Cyprus, you're bleeding!"
He didn't respond, so I looked at his face again, and that was when I realized that he was looking at me, eyes full of unreadable emotions, lips slightly parted. That was also when I realized how close our faces are to each other.
Dali-dali akong umatras at naupo nang diretso. Siya naman ay tumayo na rin nang maayos at bahagyang kiniling ang ulo upang tingnan ang kanyang siko.
"It's nothing," aniya. "It doesn't hurt."
Ngumuso ako at umiling. "You're hurt! Let's get that treated!"
Tumayo ako at pilit na itinago ang kaunting kirot na naramdaman sa kaliwang paa.
