Recollecting every exertions, chances, and verdict I have undertaken ever since, consistently and constantly, all are deliberate, planned and preconceived through idealization. After all, I'd be beyond remiss not to utilize the forethought that heavily relies my future, even more, renders any dire consequences that involve his discipline, my faults and father.
It was good.
I was good.
It was really good.
Thus this pull of frustration seeing myself outside the campus, daring the rays of yellow to probe through the leaves and tree, and being dipped with obliviousness of what to do next.
A humiliation of an outward ignorance, indeed.
What is it that brought this inexplicable of escalation anyway? This bombardments of unexpectedness?
I only breathed out and brush the knob of red from my neck.
"B-Brooklyn?"
It was the softest.
My heed followed, drifting my gaze towards her. Seraphina wore her still and ever timid expression. Kumurap ito and bit her lower lip, averting her look elsewhere. I stayed muted and only ponder her unexpected approach. After all, this sort of interaction is first.
"G-gusto ko lang sanang magpasalamat sa bigay mo." The right of my eyebrows was unconsciously being lifted indicating for my confusion.
What? Magpasalamat?
"Kanina lang..." Her voice came rippling from only the hum and lows, then all in between but yet and still remained mellow.
It unfettered a baffling confusion, and something about it.
Something about her that I cannot put in any form of comprehension.
Perhaps familiarity?
But to what? To whom?
What is it that brought me to this familiarity?
Those questions are looped to that conjecture only conceived from hearing the murmurs of Seraphina.
"Ako kasi 'yong umiiyak sa comfort kanina." She freed a small chuckle, running her hand towards her neck.
Oh.
The one where Carol called haunted.
"What about it?" After being taunted with the thought of how Rain thought of me - him giving light to my personality in accords from his perspective - I have forgotten what happened even only within the passing hours or maybe even the passing minutes.
"S-sayo 'to diba?" She showed a small pack of hand tissue where it eventually pulled the recollection of me sliding my indeed tissue from her cubicle kanina.
Siya pala 'yon?
Huh.
Napatango ako na lang ako.
"You do not have to offer me your gratitude." It was irrelevant anyway.
"Oh.. I think I should be. Nagkataon rin kasing nandito ka, nakaupo kasi ako roon simula kanina pa." She pointed an identical bench nearby that I would hardly notice.
"Kaya napagdesisyonan ko na lang ring magpasalamat. It was a big thing para sa'kin. Nakakahiya nga lang sabihing ako 'yong umiiyak kanina."
"But I really thought it was unlikely to receive help from here. I'm having - I had hard time a while back, kaya I really appreciated ng may nagbigay nito. And as much as you don't care about it... I-I really want to thank you." She awkwardly offer her small smile. I averted my gaze elsewhere, nodding.
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