beneath the closed door

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

As the dawn breaks, the familiar ritual of the sun rising in the east unfolds, casting its golden rays through the tranquil morning. Outside my window, the world awakens to the soft glow of sunlight, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. As I lay in bed, the warmth of the sun's light filters through the gentle curtains, kissing my skin with its tender caress.

The morning light cascades into my room, creating intricate patterns on the walls and floor, dancing playfully as if celebrating the start of a new day. The room is bathed in a serene glow, a gentle reminder of the beauty that exists in the simplest of moments.

With each passing minute, the sun climbs higher in the sky, its light growing stronger and more radiant. It fills the room with a sense of warmth and comfort, chasing away the remnants of the night and infusing the air with a renewed energy.

I lie there, basking in the tranquil ambiance, feeling the soft rays of sunlight against my skin. There is a sense of peace that washes over me, a quiet contentment in knowing that another day has begun.

But just as I start to drift into the gentle embrace of morning, the sudden sound of my alarm clock pierces the tranquility. Its insistent buzzing breaks the spell, pulling me back to reality with a jolt.

With a groan, I reluctantly reach over to silence the alarm, feeling the warmth of the sun's rays slowly dissipating as I sit up in bed. The room is still bathed in light, but the magic of the morning seems to fade with each passing moment.

As I gather my thoughts and prepare to face the day ahead, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the simple joys that each sunrise brings. There is something inherently comforting about the rhythm of the sun rising in the east, a reminder that no matter what challenges may come, there is always the promise of a new beginning.

With a sigh, I finally push back the covers and swing my legs out of bed, ready to greet the day with a renewed sense of purpose. The sun may have risen and the moment may have passed, but the memories of its gentle embrace linger, serving as a reminder of the beauty that surrounds me everyday.

Though, this is the first time that Santander isn't around.

Ah, eto pala ang unang araw ng break-up namin. Mapait akong napangiti nang na-realize ko na hindi na pala kami magkakabalikan. Ako na yung nakipag-break sa kanya dahil sa kagagawan niya, so I need to take full responsibility of what I did.

I sighed as I blinked twice, discarding the tears that plans to cascade down my eyes. Kailangan kong sanayin ang sarili ko na wala na siya, after all, he did the most gruesome thing that completely destroyed our perfectly harmonized relationship.

my gaze drifted towards the four large suitcases standing tall beside my closet. Their presence seemed to fill the room, casting a shadow over the familiar surroundings. Today was the day - the day I would be leaving the city behind and venturing into the unknown countryside with Calena.

A mix of emotions churned within me as I stared at the suitcases. On one hand, there was a sense of excitement at the prospect of embarking on a new adventure, of leaving behind the hustle and bustle of city life for the tranquility of the countryside. But beneath that excitement lay a deep undercurrent of sadness, a melancholy that weighed heavily on my heart.

I had grown accustomed to the rhythm of city life, to the familiar sights and sounds that had become the backdrop to my everyday existence. Leaving it all behind felt like saying goodbye to a part of myself, to the memories and experiences that had shaped me into who I was.