On The Brink of Rainbow (Sign Series #1)

Kabanata 33

Kabanata 33

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I still love him. I always have.

All these years, I've never opened my heart to anyone else. Maybe because deep down, in the hidden corners of my soul, I held onto a glimmer of hope that someday, my heart would find its way back to its true owner—Zamiro.

I tried to talk to some men but every potential romance, fell short because they weren't him. My heart, stubborn and loyal, refused to let go. It clung to memories, to whispered promises, to dreams of what could have been.

Even when I tried to move on, to convince myself that it was time to let someone new in, there was always that lingering thought, that quiet yearning.

It's as if my heart has been on a journey, wandering through time, waiting for the moment it could finally return home.

And that home has always been with Zamiro.

No matter how much I tried to deny it, to bury it under layers of rationality and self-preservation, the truth remained clear and unwavering: I still love him. No, I always will.

"Salamat sa paghatid sa akin..." I broke the silence when we got in my condo's parking lot.

Zamiro looked at me in awe, as if everything felt surreal and he still couldn't believe we were back together. I felt the same way. I never imagined we would find our way back to each other.

Or maybe I did. Maybe I had been waiting for this moment all along, to love him again without the weight of our painful baggage.

Kung sana'y maaari pa, na mabigyan kami ng isa pang pagkakataon upang mahalin muli ang isa't isa, sana'y pagbigyan kami ng tadhana.

And I thank the highest form being for granting me that wish.

Napatingin ako sa kamay niyang ayaw bitawan ang kamay ko. He looked at me dearly.

"Uh... if you like, gusto mo ba magkape muna sa condo ko?"

He nodded instantly. "I would love that."

"Okay..."

Lumabas kami ng Porsche niya at pumasok ng building. Kahit airconditioned ang buong building at elevator, I'm starting to sweat for some reason. Tahimik lang nakasunod sa akin si Zamiro habang hawak pa rin ang kamay ko.

Ito ang unang beses na pupunta siya sa condo ko. I never imagined that this day would come. Magkakasama kami sa iisang lugar na kaming dalawa. Though nagkasama na kami sa penthouse niya noon, parang mas iba ang atmosphere ngayon. My heart won't stop beating fast.

"Make yourself comfortable," ani ko.

"Thank you for inviting me."

I saw him roaming his eyes around like he's remembering the details of my place. Nilapag ko ang bag sa sofa na malapit, kasama ng paperbag kung saan naroon ang bulaklak at teddy bear na galing sa kaniya, at pumunta sa kitchen area.

As I filled the coffee pot with water, I glanced over my shoulder. Zamiro was standing by the window, looking out at the cityscape. Nang matapos ay lumapit ako sa sofa at binaba ang mug sa table. Zamiro sat beside me.

"I want us to talk," he started.

"Tungkol saan?"

"How's your mom?"

I stiffened. Not expecting him to asked that. Parang biglang nanuyot ang lalamunan ko.

"The last time I visited her was a year ago."

"Bakit hindi mo na siya binibisita ulit?"

"She's mad at me. She's blaming me for my father's death."

"I'm sorry," namamaos niyang wika.