Past Island: Regrets and Guilt (Past Series #1) [COMPLETED]

Prologue:

I remembered that day, ang saya at ang payapa. I sat cross-legged on the floor, with my eyes wide open as I looked at the beautiful woman beside me sitting on her favorite armchair, holding an old, leather-bound book, and that beautiful woman was my mom, evelyn. Ang ganda ng mukha niya tuwing nasisinagan ng araw, parang hindi tumatanda ang itsura niya, the sun highlights her kind eyes and gentle smile. Nababalot ang kwarto ng katahimikan, at ang tanging ingay lang na maririnig mo ay ang paglipat ng bawat pahina.

"Handa ka na ba, 'Remy Bautista'?" she asked, her voice soft and melodic. Tumango ako at excited na makinig sa kwento niya kahit na pang ilang beses ko na itong narinig. She began to read, her voice weaving a tale that felt both ancient and magical.

"Noong unang panahon...," she started, "may isla na napakalayo sa tabing dagat, a place shrouded in mist and mystery. At yun ay tinatawag na Past Island, bali lugar ito kung saan pwede mo ma-meet yung mga mahal mo sa buhay na yumao na. The island was said to be a paradise, a realm where hearts could heal and spirits could find peace."

Nakinig lamang ako sakaniya habang ini-imagine ang napakagandang lugar sa kwento niya. Mom continued, her voice filled with emotion. "Past Island is a place where the past and present intertwine. It's where you can find those you have lost, feel their presence, and say the goodbyes you never had a chance to. It's a place of magic and memories."

She paused, tinignan niya ako ng mabuti at sinabing "Tandaan mo, Remy, the island is more than just a story. It's a symbol of hope and healing. No matter what happens, our loved ones are always with us, in our hearts and memories."

As her voice echoed the comforting promise of Past Island, my mind filled with visions of lush landscapes and warm embraces. The sun lit up the room, and the room felt cozy and safe. I leaned my head against my mom's arm, feeling the warmth of her love. She continued reading, her voice a soothing melody that lulled me into a peaceful state.

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Years later, I stood in my small apartment, holding the same old book my mom had read to me so many times. Hindi ko pa din tanggap ang pagkawala niya, lalo na't hindi ko man lang nagawang makapag paalam sa kaniya ng maayos. The guilt and regret still hunts me, isang sugat na hindi mapapagaling ng panahon.