If this was a movie | tricia robredo oneshots

august

tricia's pov

we sat on the hill, as we gaze at the stars upon us. talking and roasting some marshmallows to pass some time. right now, it's 11 pm. waiting for 12 to come and hit.

you told me how you like fireworks and always asked how it feels if we see them from the top view. I took you here up the hill, you look to the stars while I look at your side view.

you're so pretty if only you knew.

we talk about different topics between us, from how we met until the day I confessed. it was nice until you decided to talk. I could listen to you talking for hours, but when that name slips out from your lips. that stupid beating in my chest stops.

"I love you, aika."

you're drunk.

my heart, sinks to the ground, like the titanic, when you say her name. her name. calling her name as if she was yours. as if she's here. as if I was her.

"I love you too, y/n."

it was no lie.

I do love you.

my face glistening with joy, but the smile quickly fades. when it's her you want to talk about. I was never yours, and you were never mine.

you fell in love with the person I pretended to be. it was my sister, aika robredo. you only use me to fill the void she left.

in love with someone who doesn't love me back, what a dumb mistake I've did. yet I still come back and want to feel love. clinging to that certain affection given by you, believing it's that love I've been longing for.

was it?