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CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 18

My heart was pounding so loudly that I could barely hear anything else. Was I still dreaming? Everything felt so real.

Maski ang pagtapon niya ng tuwalya sa mukha ko ay tila totoo, hinawakan ko ang mukha ko na nasaktan dahil sa malakas na pagtapon niya ng tuwalya.

I immediately rushed back into the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.

I slapped my face a few times, feeling the sting of each hit, halos magkulay kamatis na ang mukha ko sa ginawa ko, this was definitely real.

I was still naked. I went back where the towel was. I picked up the towel from the floor and wrapped it around my waist again.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, and then stepped out of the bathroom, tumutulo pa ang buhok ko, pero mas pinili kong lumabas at tignan kung totoo ba ang nakita ko.

Sumilip ako ng kaonti, and Ace was still there, leaning against the wall with an amused expression, pakiramdam ko ay tumalon ang puso ko sa gulat, nang magsalubong ang mata naming dalawa.

“Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost,” he said, raising an eyebrow, the fuck bro.

“What the fuck. Because you're a ghost! Tangina naman Ace, nakukonsensya na nga ako dahil hindi kita naligtas, magmumulto ka pa sa'kin,” I said, covering my eyes so I wouldn't see him.

I felt him lightly punch my arm, which made me peek through my fingers, halos manginig ako sa ginawa niya.

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the— what the fuck,” naputol ang dasal ko dahil sa ginawa niyang paghampas, ang boses ko ay halos nanginginig.

Ace responded by hitting me harder, and I couldn't help but scream at what he was doing.

“Jix, snap out of it,” Ace said firmly, still hitting my arm. “I'm not a ghost. I'm right here. You're not dreaming,” he said.

I lowered my hands slowly, my heart still pounding, para akong kinakabahan na ewan, hindi ko alam kung kailangan ko bang magbanyo “But how? I saw you. You were gone. I saw you— I saw how they shot you. What the fuck?” I said, still looking at him in disbelief.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Jix. Magkasama tayo araw-araw. Are you using drugs?” he softly asked, and I furrowed my brows at his question, the heck, hindi ako gagamit ng gan'yan.

“Hell no,” I replied, sitting down on the sofa and holding my head in my hands, bowing low, halos sambunutan ko na ang sarili ko, para akong mababaliw sa nangyayari.

“I saw it with my own eyes,” I whispered to myself, feeling like I was losing my mind.

“Hindi kita maintindihan, please just get dressed,” he said, tapping my shoulder. His touch felt so real, but his words made no sense.

I was completely confused. Ano ba talaga ang nangyayari? but despite my bewilderment, I headed to my room to get dressed.

As I walked to my room, my mind raced. I vividly remembered that night, sariwa pa sa alaala ko ang nangyari.

We were caught in a dangerous situation, and I saw Ace get shot. The blood, the panic, the hopelessness—I felt it all. Kita ko lahat ang nangyari.

How could he be standing here, acting like nothing happened?

I stood in front of the closet, staring blankly at my clothes, I felt disconnected from reality. What was happening? Was I dreaming, or was Ace right, and I was just imagining things? Paano nangyari ‘yon?