Kabanata XI
Drawn
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CLEOBELLE / SINCLAIR
I remember one time when I was still in foster care. I often played with my friends.
If I remember correctly, I think their names are Gabrielle, Lavender and Elvira.
"Pagbilang kong sampu nakatago na kayo. Isa. . . Dalawa. . ."
Napahagikhik akong agad na tumakbo at nagtago.
Pinili ko ang kwarto ni Sister Zoraida at humahagikhik na nagtago ako sa ilalim ng kama. Ngunit maya maya pa ay nagbukas ang pintuan at iniluwa nito si Sister.
Mula sa kinaroroonan ko ay nasisilip ko ang ginagawa niya. Nakita kong may hawak siyang isang itim at lumang libro. Sa di malamang dahilan ay hindi ko maialis ang mga mata ko dito.
"Susmaryosep kang bata ka! Bakit ka nandiyan!" giit niya nang magkasalubong ang mga mata namin.
"Sister Zoraida, ano po iyan?" tanong ko saka itinuro ang libro.
Ngumiti lang siya sa akin at umiling.
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Hindi ko alam kung bakit iyon ang ala-alang pumasok sa isip ko mula sa una kong buhay.
Ni hindi ko na nga maalala ang mga mukha nila.
I wonder how my friends felt when I died? Did they bawl their eyes out? They probably looked ugly.
I feel alone and miserable here. I wanted to go back, but it's impossible. I should stop holding on to the past by now right?
I'm such a boring character. . .
My only role is to be evil and cause chaos everywhere I go. A character with an empty soul; With a fate filled with mischief.
'Just like the original Sinclair,' I thought.
Right, I'm not Sinclair. My name is Cleobelle. . .
"Miss!" A distant voice called, pulling me out of my train of thoughts.
I felt a strong embrace as we rose to the surface, pulling me out of the depths of the dark ocean.
"Miss!" I heard his voice more clearly.
Kilalang kilala ko ang boses na iyon. Ang kanyang presensya at maging ang pamilyar na init ng kanyang bisig.
Nakakatawa lang na siya lang din ang nagliligtas sa akin sa mga ganitong pagkakataon.
It's always been him. . .
How could he save me when I don't need saving? And when I do, he'd be the one to end me?
How cruel.
"Are you still alive?" He keep trying to revive me.
While he is busy casting a healing spell on me, I suddenly placed my hand in his nape and pulled him closer.
Nakangiting iminulat ko ang aking mga matang sinalubong ang mga titig niya.
I was stunned when I saw how flustered he was. I saw how I caught him off guard, but he was fast at hiding it.
Gusto kong makita muli ang ekspresyong iyon kung kaya't walang pakundangan kong tinawid ang pagitan namin ay ginawaran siya ng mainit na halik.
I kissed him and nibbled his lips and when he slightly opened his mouth I slid my tongue to deepen the kiss.
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