chapter 9; into her
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Ash
"Bro, I've noticed your health is getting better, your asthma hasn't flared up in three months, and that's a really good sign," Zayv began, his voice filled with genuine concern and happiness for me.
"True," I responded, my attention drifting as I saw Izza in the distance. She was laughing, her joyous laughter echoing in the air, while the guy beside her was carrying everything for her. It took me a moment to realize that it was Josh, my cousin. "Is that Brent?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," Drei replied, his voice laced with regret. "I'm sorry, Ash. We didn't tell you because we knew it would hurt you. Izza already told me, but I couldn't find the right moment to break it to you." He sighed heavily, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "Let's go, don't look at them. It will only cause you more pain."
"Who said I was hurting?" I retorted, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "Let's just stay here. We were here at this bench first, and can't you see I'm drawing?"
"O-okay..." Drei responded, hesitantly returning to his seat, a mix of concern and confusion etched on his face.
As I continue to sketch, I can feel their presence beside me on the bench. Their laughter and conversation fill the air, but strangely, I don't feel a surge of emotions within me. Not even a trace of jealousy seeps into my heart. All I've been yearning for is this very moment, to witness their togetherness once again.
However, what sets this encounter apart is the absence of the familiar ache in my chest. Josh Brent Sanchez, my uncle's son, the one who has captured her heart. After a while, I make the decision to leave, and my two friends unquestioningly follow suit. They understand, perhaps even without words, the reason behind my sudden departure.
Why did they call me Ash the Transparent? Because that's who I am, unapologetically transparent with my emotions.
I stopped in my tracks as I caught sight of the flower shop in the distance, its golden hues illuminated by the setting sun. I let out a sigh before resuming my walk, clutching my sketch pad tightly. Finally, we reached the parking lot where our vehicles were stationed. Zayv spoke up, breaking the silence, "I'll be going to Cabanatuan tomorrow, who's coming with me?"
Without hesitation, I replied, "I'll come along."
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