Sins of the Rebels (Lush Trans Series #1)

Chapter 65

I woke up feeling groggy today; it's Sunday. A week had passed, and finally, I have some time off for myself. The past few days had been a whirlwind of work and responsibilities, so the idea of just having a whole day to myself felt almost foreign. As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that I could actually relax without worrying about a million things at once.

I stretched, feeling the weight of the week slowly lift off my shoulders. The soft sunlight filtering through the curtains made it the perfect morning to do absolutely nothing. For once, I didn't have to rush anywhere or deal with any work-related stress. I could finally focus on what I wanted to do, even if that meant just lying there and enjoying the quiet.

I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was still early, but the silence in the house was comforting. I thought about what to do with the day— maybe go for a jogging, catch up on some reading, or binge-watch a series I'd been putting off. The possibilities felt endless, and for the first time in a while, I felt free.

Until I remembered that I have to go to the cemetery to visit Mr. Enriquez. The realization hit me like a wave, and my mood shifted slightly. It had been a while since I last went. I've been so caught up in my own life lately, but I know it's important.

I let out a small sigh, knowing I couldn't avoid it forever. Mr. Enriquez had been such a big part of my life, and it only felt right to pay my respects. I got up from bed, stretching my arms, and started to prepare for the day ahead.

I didn't mind the visit, it was just... sometimes hard to face the memories that came with it. But I knew it was something I needed to do— not just for him, but for me as well.

I got up from my bed and went straight to the bathroom of my room to get ready. I splashed some cold water on my face, trying to shake off the lingering grogginess from my sleep. I glanced at the mirror, taking a deep breath before grabbing my toothbrush.

I wanted to look presentable— not that Mr. Enriquez would care, but it felt important to me. I ran my fingers through my pixie cut hair, brushed my teeth, and quickly got dressed in something comfortable after showering. I decided on a simple dress— something casual, yet clean, perfect for the occasion. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I wanted to be at peace with myself.

I kept my hair short for years now. I hadn't think of growing them just yet, mas kumportable na rin ako sa ganitong klase at gupit ng buhok.

After a final glance in the mirror, I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone, making sure I had everything I needed for the trip. The drive would give me some time to think, and I could use the quiet moments.

I wasn't just going to the cemetery to visit Mr. Enriquez; I was going to pay respects, clear my head, and hopefully find some peace of my own.

With that thought in mind, I walked out the door and headed toward my car. The day ahead felt both simple and significant.

Bumili ako ng bouquet of flowers, kandila at posporo para mag-tirik sa lapida niya.

"Salamat po," Pasasalamat ko sa matandang babae na nabilhan ko ng mga bulaklak na ang gaganda. Dinala ko 'yon sa ilong at nilanghap ang bango ng bulaklak, dahilan para sumugat ang matamis na ngiti sa aking labi.

As I arrived at the cemetery, I parked my car and got out. The air felt cooler than I expected, and a sense of calm settled over me as I walked toward the entrance. The quiet was soothing, almost as if the world slowed down here. I could see the rows of tombstones in the distance, each marking a life once lived, and I felt a mix of emotions stirring within me.

I walked slowly, my steps deliberate, taking in the familiar sights of the cemetery. It wasn't my first time here, but today felt different. Maybe it was the way the sun cast long shadows over the ground, or maybe it was the weight of everything that had happened recently. Either way, I felt the need to be here, to connect, even if only in silence.