A gentle reminder that this story is written in the genre of Romance, not Teen Fiction.
This is the final chapter divided into two parts (both narrations).
Thank you so much for reaching here!
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Final Chapter (Part I of II)
Marchienne.
"Nakaka-stress ka na nakakaloka. Hindi ko gets kung ano'ng trip mo. As if naman hindi ako uuwi in a month!"
Silas made a face, chuckling, before standing beside me in the kitchen while I was sautéing garlic on a pan. Ang sabi ko, manatili na lang siya roon sa sala since he just literally landed here in France an hour ago! Hindi man lang nagpataon nang ilang oras para magpahinga sa airport at talagang dumiretso na siya rito sa apartment ko.
"Aww. You're mad? Sorry na," he whispered as his arms found its way around my waist, hugging me from behind.
"Stop..." I breathed when he traced soft kisses on my neck, "it... Masusunog ang bawang."
"Oh? Not my fault." He continued to do so.
Sa inis ko'y nahampas ko ang kanang braso niya gamit ang dulo ng hawak ko na spatula. "Silas. Wala tayong kakainin. Tumigil ka muna."
Silas whined before breaking away from the hug. "Ouch!" Hinimas niya ang braso niya as he said, "That hurts..." From my peripheral view, I saw him tug his lower lip.
Natawa na lamang ako. I guess it really hurt. I lowered the heat level of the stove before hugging him sideways, resting my cheek sa braso niyang tinamaan ng spatula. "Sorry... Huwag na kasing makulit?"
Silas scrunched his nose, stifling a smile before nodding.
And in the end, he helped me cook dinner while catching up with our left-off stories last night over a phone call; like gossip on some rising news about the bully classmates I had at seventeen when I was just starting on Youtube, updates about our friends in Manila, and our next travel plan this year—which he wanted to be in Bali, Indonesia.
I glanced at him while we were laughing over our failed travel plans for the past decade, knowing life would be so bland without him.
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Silas and I only got to finish dinner around eleven in the evening. And he got here around six.
"I'll wash them," he stopped me when I started stacking the plates.
My forehead creased as I snorted. "You sure? I can still wash—"
"Yup. Ako na," he giggly cut me off. "You already cooked. I'll wash them."
His face remained blank, looking so persistent about it kaya hinayaan ko na. I followed him to the kitchen sink para tulungan siyang kunin ang mga natirang plato as I sat on the counter beside him.
"It looks tiny on you."
"Hmm?" Bumaling ang tingin niya sa akin.
"My apron," I clarified in between my waves of laughter. "Looks like a kid-size on you."
Silas laughed too, noticing it. "At least it fits though. We're really meant to be."
BINABASA MO ANG
Take Home a Baggage
RomanceAn Epistolary. 🧳 Came summer and the best friends, Silas and Marchienne, have nothing to do aside from lurking around several dating applications. After swiping right on almost all potential partners (which mostly has led to such disappointment)...
