Mahihina ang mga kamay ko para pigilan ang mga pulis na kuhanin sila Mamá. Sumunod si señora Regina sa kanila, gayundin ang tatlong criada.
Niyakap ako ni Hunt nang subukan kong lisanin ang kama upang sumunod. "Solen, please . . ."
"H-Hunt, help me do something p-please. Don't let them jail my parents . . . They did it for me. I shouldn't be here . . . They should've taken me instead."
"No baby, none of this is your fault." He held my cheeks to calm me down.
"All of this is happening because of me . . . M-My parents did everything for me!" namamaos kong sigaw. "H-Hunt, p-please help me." Hindi na mapahinga ang mga balikat ko sa pagtaas-baba dahil sa walang humpay na paghikbi.
"Hush, Solen. Don't cry now." Pinagdikit niya ang mga noo namin. I can't explain, but when our skin touch, he brings this feeling of peace and assurance that everything will get better. "Listen to me, okay?" He started caressing my jaw. "I'll do everything I can to free your parents. If money is all that my father needs to compensate, I will sell everything I have, maybe put myself in auction . . . Solen, I'll do what I can do."
I shook my head, sobbing again. "But m-my parents pained you, Hunt. Y-You shouldn't be the one doing that. T-They ruined your life. I-I ruined your life!"
"You didn't," he uttered. "Solen, it was you who brought me back to life."
"Y-You would've not needed someone to bring you back to life if I didn't happen to my parents . . . Hunt, it wasn't your recklessness that scarred you . . . It was my existence!"
Humiwalay ang noo niya sa akin upang matitigan ako nang mabuti. His thumbs wiped my neverending tears.
"If your existence will scar me more, tattoo every inch of my body then. With red-orange because it's the color of your hair, with amber because your eyes are, with white roses because you love them . . . Solen, if justice to my pain means your pain, I rather hurt forever."
"You have to trust your captain, hmm?" He beamed the same way his tears fell. "He won't let you fly alone."
Hunt . . . He's the most precious human I know. He could say he love me in different languages—in different words yet I would still be able to understand it.
"I love you, Solen . . . I love you, baby."
Love is more than just three words. Sometimes, less than, sometimes—nothing like the silence of someone's presence.
Nakatulog ako sa pag-iyak habang sinisisi pa rin ang sarili sa nangyari. Abot langit ang pagkayamot ko kila Mamá sa pagsisinungaling nila sa akin noon. Hindi ko naisip na kung hindi sa kasinungalingan na iyon ay maaaring nabuhay kami sa hirap. Hindi ko mailarawan sa isip kung ano ang buhay ko kung hindi nila iyon ginawa.
Ngunit kahit saang anggulo tignan, ano pa man ang kanilang dahilan, mali pa rin ang ginawa nila. I would've loved them the same way even if they're poor. It won't matter. I would've enjoyed a budget-free stroll at the park than sculpting a thousand-dollars marble.
Hindi ko naman kailangan ng marangyang buhay kung ang ibig sabihin no'n ay takasan ang katotohanan. Because we can't escape the truth. It will prevail in the end. Ngunit maaaring nasasabi ko lamang ang mga ito dahil hindi pa ako lubos na nahihirapan. And only them knew how it felt to be desperate.
"I hope they'll be okay," I murmured. Nakapikit akong bumulong, hindi sigurado kung gising ba ang lalaking nakayakap sa akin. Marahan niyang hinaplos ang likuran ko kaya isiniksik ko ang mukha sa leeg niya. Kumunot ang noo ko nang may mapuna. Why does he . . . "Y-You smell like a woman, Hunt."
"I hope I'm seeing one, Solen."
Nagulat ako nang babae ang magsalita. Napabalikwas ako at naitulak pa ito palayo sa akin. "Padre mio!" I held my chest.
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Been Hunting Home | Suarez III
Romance[SLOW EDIT] Soliesse Adelina is a sophisticated woman from a private family of de Andrades. For the last five years, she was caged at their mansion which most may call a dream-perhaps a home. She knew she was missing a lot about life and she wanted...
