A Mad Woman, Allison.

CHAPTER NINE: SO, IT'S TRUE

ALLISON'S POV

“I love you.” He was staring into my eyes.

I didn't know how to answer him when he said that. One thing I know is, that I want to give back the same energy he gives. I want to give him the chance to love me and show me he loves me until I can finally say that I love him too.

“Thank you,” I replied. This time, I was genuine. I do wanna thank him for everything that he does for me. “For coming into my life,” I proceeded. He just listened attentively. “I've been feeling something in my heart for quite a long time now.” He smiled. My heart almost skipped a beat. He's too soft, I couldn't resist it. “Thank you for loving me,” I said, forming a small smile on my lips. “I do appreciate it now.”

My chest suddenly felt relieved. It's like there was this thing that has been burdening it inside since then. And now that I got to open up my feelings to him, it felt great.

He asked, “Since when?” I assumed he was talking about my last phrase.

“Since the time you made me realize my heart's been too much of a stone,” I said. “That I should make my heart open for someone,” I paused. I stared into his eyes hoping he would see my sincerity. “Like you,” I made my previous phrase whole.

His eyes were twinkling like they were made stars. And his smile didn't fade until the last time we were together. It was indeed the happiest day of my life. I couldn't ask for more.

But I know I have to solve things from my past in able for me to live in my present. I have to leave my past and the people that have been a part of it behind so that I could commit to my present responsibility.

Although it still haunts and hurts me whenever I reminisce about it...

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“Elle, payag ka bang ima-mine ka agad namin sa final night?”

“Siguro maraming mag-o-offer sa 'yo, ganda ng timeline mo.”

“Fave ka ni Miss Ae, gandang-ganda sa timeline mo. Kami rin naman.”

“Lahat yata ng gusto kang angkinin. Well alam mo na kung kanino sasama #Genesis.”

It was Jace's phrases. He used to tell me those when I was just new to their community. He used to call me his responsibility because he was the president of the class—in that virtual school.

“Elle, nag-deact ka?”

“Tell me when you feel unsafe para naman may magawa kami. Worried kami sa 'yo baka napano ka na, e.”

He used to make me feel loved. Always.

I was everyone's favourite because I was aesthetically pleasing to their eyes.

That later on I felt like a burden to me because I was just their mere decoration. The one who'll make the room beautiful because I was in there.

I chose them to be my family. I treated them like one. I treasured them more than my fucking life.

But things get fucked up sometimes.

He always made me feel loved to the point where I have seen more than it. I have seen him as the love of my life rather than just an accomplice and a class president.