April 10, 2028
AURIELLE
My hair flew along with the wind as I watched Shawn ran around the greenfield with his dog. His black hair along with his almond eyes remind me of the person beneath me, literally.
"He's such a cutie pie, isn't he?" I whispered to the tomb next to me. I didn't get an answer but I was contented with the silence, honestly, if somebody answered me, I'd freak out.
"Hey, I read the notebook" I continued talking.
A few days ago, I went to Randave's house and searched for the notebook he was talking about.
Why I did it?
I don't know.
I suppose a part of me is still looking for a closure with Mclowell's death that I was so desperate to the point that I would go and believe what the murderer of my sister said.
When I first found the notebook, the most remarkable part of it was the feeling I got. The feeling of curiousity, the feeling of desire to read the contents the book.
So I did.
The next remarkable part was the two names written at the bottom of the first page.
"Lawrence Concepcion
February 21, 2018"
"Randave Anderson
March 13, 2023"
They were writtem with different ink. Obviously it was owned by two people in two different time.
From what I know, Concepcion and Randave don't have any relations to each other. Except for the part that Randave hates the star section, hate them for being so arrogant, thinking that they were mighty, some gods among men.
Reading the notebook, I found out of one story that I have no idea how is it connected to anyone, just probably it was written by Concepcion. His handwritting says so. While reading, I can't help but feel disgusted with Ferris Cuarez but also pity her at the same time. I was most delighted when I realized that it was gonna be a happy ending. I spent long hours reading it until I came to the part where the handwriting and the ballpen used changed.
That's when blood rushed to my mind, shock electrified my soul, making my heart pump cold blood through my veins. Randave wrote the story of their death. A story so impossible and yet so imaginable at the same time.
I don't want to believe it.
I can't believe it.
Mclowell, my love died in the hands of a character. Someone who doesn't exist. He died along with the others. Killed by the hands of a mere fragment created by imagination.
How could I believe it?
In the end, I threw the notebook out in the open and when I went to get it back. It was gone.
For some reason, my mind went to that voice, that caller weeks ago who spoke nonsense.
But, now, sitting next to Mclowell's tomb, my mind was finally able to progress what the nonsense is. I realize that perhaps I don't know everything, perhaps, I don't always know what is and what isn't, I don't always know the truth between the lies and lies between the truth.
Perhaps, the notebook was really the reason why they died,
Or,
Perhaps, it wasn't,
Perhaps, this is all part of of some big plan,
Or,
Perhaps, it wasn't,
Perhaps, that cryptic was the center of it,
Or,
Perhaps, it wasn't.
Perhaps, I'm right.
Perhaps, I'm wrong.
But, I kow that the only thing right about this world is that I am here, still alive, I am here, with my son, I am here, savouring the taste of peace. Of the happy ending I was given.
"You know, our angel's teachers said that he might be a genius" I started to tell. I'm sure some poeple who pass by me would think I'm crazy but somehow I know he's here. Somehow I know he's listening.
3RD PERSON
Mclowell smiled sweetly as he hugged Aurielle. When he pulled back, he frowned seeing tears on her cheeks, "Don't cry, I'm here, mahal ko, I'm always here" his soothing voice sent goosebumps to Aurielle. "You said, you'd never leave me" she sobbed.
Mclowell's can't believe that his chest still hurts to see her cry when he's already dead. "But I never left, my shorty" he consoled in which Aurielle met his gaze, "But I didn't see you" she croaked.
Mclowell smiled timidly as he leaned in to press their foreheads together, "Just because you can't see me doesn't mean I'm not here" he said before kissing her.
For a long time, Mclowell felt carefree, contented, he's dead but that doesn't mean he get peace especially with the predicament they were in. Spending time with Aurielle was like falling into a short nap after a long day or tasting coffee after a long time. Talking about life-her life, the usual problems and their little angel, Shawn. That boy is a genius, he can feel it.
Mclowell felt her insides go weak signaling that it was time to go. He hates this the most. "Aurille, mahal ko-" he started to say when Aurielle interrupted, "Your leaving again?" Mclowell cuped her cheeks in his palms, "I'm always here"
Aurielle burst into tears once again as Mclowell hugged her one more time. "I don't wanna say goodbye" Mclowell felt a sharp stab to his chest making it harder to speak. "This is not goodbye, you'll be seeing me later" he whispered.
"When?"
"Soon"
Aurielle held on to him, not wanting to let go. "I love you" Mclowell breathed before pressing a kiss on her lips as he float away, dissolving into the cold air. Aurielle's knees broke down as she cried.
"I love you too" she whispered as tears streamed down her cheeks to the pillow.
Mclowell stood watching over Aurielle as she cried on her bed. "She'll be alright" he heard Frenelyn say. "I know" he mumbled. A comfortable silence fell on them only to be broken by the appearance of Cris and Frenzel. "That is so sweet" Frenzel said, placing a hand on his chest and closing his eyes, "I can't even-" Cris followed, her voice sounding quiet making her sound so solemn, "SHUT UP!" Mclowell stopped them before glaring at them.
The two then laughed and soon after Mclowell heard the others laugh with them.
See?
This is why he never gets peace in this place.
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