If I Could Fall (Love and Mishap Series #1)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
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They say, the brain and the heart are closely interconnected. Both can affect each other. Both will get destroy if one has a wound—even a scatch.

It must be true, then. That after we die, our brain will be given a chance, a seven minutes chance to recall all the memories we had—the memories that are also carved in our hearts.

But thinking of that possibility, naisip ko, sapat ba ang pitong minuto para mabalikan ang lahat ng mga alaala na binuo natin dito sa mundo?

Mabibilang kaya sa pitong minuto ang lahat ng magaganda, kumpara sa masasakit na mga alaala?

Kung totoo man, I want to recall all my beautiful memories that turn into a bittersweet one. At sisimulan ko sa kung saan ako nakaramdam ng pagmamahal kaakibat ang sakit at walang kasiguraduhan na maibibigay ng panahon.

Because there's just something soulful in pain. It will make you feel the depth of being a human, of being given a chance to exist. Even if sometimes, we feel like we only live to survive. 

"Kasaysayan ang nagsisilbing boses ng kasalukuyan. It's just so disappointing how we still don't get to learn from our own history; as we still let the selfish ones, the oligarchs, and the corrupt politicians taint the power of democracy we once fought for."

Isang makulimlim na araw, buwan ng June nang magsimula ulit ang klase. I'm currently in my 9th grade here in Bacolod. It's been a year now since my family moved here in Negros, as well as the year I transferred in this university.

I was so engrossed with the interesting topic our male professor is discussing in front. Kahit ang mga k-klase ko na maiingay no'ng grade 8, na halos lahat k-klase ko pa rin hanggang ngayon ay tila napukaw rin ang atensyon sa subject na ito.

I love history. And I like studying political theories particularly how our system works here in the Philippines. Perhaps, it's one of the reasons why I also like to take a course related to law when I reach college. Kaya nga lang matagal pa raw iyon sabi ni Mama; that my choice and decision would still be twisted once I gain different perspectives and once my interest would change.

Alam ko naman iyon dahil matagal pa ang panahon na lilipas. It's just that, this particular interest of mine is one of the few things I know I'm sure of... for now.

But then again sometimes, my mother would contradict my opinion since she wants me to pursue medicine—something that she wants for herself but not for me. It has always been like that ever since I was a child so I'm kind of used to the relationship I have with my family.

"Kaya sana pag naisipan niyong pumasok sa politika o maging parte ng systema kalaunan, huwag niyong piliin maging isa sa kanila. You ought to serve the people and the public, hindi maging pating o buwaya ng pera at kapangyarihan."

"Tama! Huwag maging magnanakaw sa kaban ng bayan!" someone from the back shouted.

Everyone got shocked, looked at each other's eyes meaningfully and laughed at that right after. Not to mention that our classmate is having a hard time speaking the dialect since he only speaks english. It sounded so weird when he said that.

I was sitting almost at the front. Second to the row on the left side. Malapit ako sa bintana ngunit malayo sa pinto, hindi katulad sa kabilang row. Napalingon ako sa kantyawan sa likod at napangiti nang ginulo ng mga iba kong kaklase ang buhok ng lalaki. I shook my head and quietly moved my gaze back to our teacher.