Our Song

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Thinking Of You

Wesley entered the recording studio when a tear also escaped my eye and he saw it. His lips parted and he turned to Justin in front of me. Mabilis ko rin pinalis ang isang luha sa pisngi ko at kinalma ang sarili. But it was too late... Mabilis na nilapitan ni Wesley si Justin. "What's happening here?" he confronted him.

Hindi sumagot si Justin.

"What did you tell her this time?"

"I just told her about your life in England—"

I was shocked nang kinuwelyuhan agad ni Wesley si Justin. "I already warned you to stop doing this. Why do you still have to—"

Mabuti nalang at nandoon si Gino at si Sir Oliver kaya naawat din agad nila ang dalawang lalaki. Pagkatapos ay lumapit na sa akin si Wesley. "Are you okay? Never mind what he said."

I looked at him. I can't help it but to be emotional as I look at his soft face. But I also calmed myself down.

Bumaba ang kamay ni Wesley sa kamay ko para hawakan iyon at dinala ako sa labas. I didn't know where he'd bring me. Sumama nalang din ako sa kaniya kaysa manatili pa kami sa recording room at mag-away pa sila ni Justin.

Realizing that he couldn't bring me anywhere outside public he brought me up to the rooftop instead. There was no one there except us two when we climbed up there.

Binitawan na ni Wesley ang kamay ko nang nandoon na kami.

"What did Justin told you?" he asked.

I looked up to him. "I'm sorry, Wesley..." nasabi ko.

His lips parted. He remained looking at me. And then he let out a sigh. "Whatever Justin had told you... Never mind it..."

Umiling ako. "I can't..." I shook my head. "I realized that maybe... I only thought of myself... That maybe I did not really think about you, too... Hindi ko alam, Wesley... ang pinagdaanan mo sa ibang bansa." My tears fell.

Mabilis akong nilapitan ni Wesley para aluin.

Umiling muli ako. "Tita Joyce had to stop teaching because of her health... Wala na si Mama at ang Papa ko nalang ang mapupuntahan ko... I went to him and it didn't turned out all okay. I have a brother..." Naalala ko si Kuya Clinton at ang takot ko noon sa kaniya. "I was scared of him. I never felt safe around him. I wanted to get out of my father's house. But I didn't know where to go and what I will do with my life... I had nowhere to go, Wesley." I sobbed.

I felt the warmth of his body hugging my small frame and shielding me from the bit of cold air on the rooftop. And I let him embrace me. Until slowly my arms went up to hug him, too. I let myself feel him this close after so many years. The comfort I felt from him was still familiar. The feeling was familiar... Like the feeling of being home. Humigpit ang yakap ko sa katawan ni Wesley. I undoubtedly felt the longing I feel like I've been suppressing all this time... as I was in his arms. I missed him, I admit. I cried more on his chest and wet his shirt with my as if unending tears.

Ilang sandali kaming nanatiling ganoon at tahimik lang na nakayakap sa isa't isa habang unti-unti ko rin kinakalma ang sarili ko. "I'll talk to Justin." Wesley said as if assuring me.

Gumalaw ako para kumawala sa yakap niya. Pagkatapos ay nagkatinginan kami. "Arthur..." sambit ko.

Wesley remained looking at me. Alam kong alam na niya kung sino ang tinutukoy ko. "Arthur was there when I needed someone..." I continued.

Wesley looked away a bit. Hanggang doon nalang din ang sinabi ko. Until we went back to our recording studio. Wala na rin si Justin doon. Si Gino nalang ang naabutan namin ni Wesley na tanging nandoon.