Segundo, Sigurado | Pilo

Chapter Four

Loren Legarda

In a soil of Golgotha, a sacrifice happened with thousands of undying blood that symbolizes redemption. There were tainted shards of skull burried and among them burried deep, were the millions of sacred unanswered prayers, shattered vows and a silence of unspoken apologies.
If only love could scream and pass through a person's  mouth, Loren's lips would hang and emit thousands of screams for Pia. She could feel her own heart wanting to escape its own ribcage mayhap to show the world the tapestries she was hiding beneath. Their encounter the other day was still haunting her like ghosts, it was something she couldn't cope with. Ghaddamnit Pia.

It has been 3 years when they fell apart— since they decided to kiss and change their own paths, but it is hard to pretend you don't love someone anymore especially when they already left a handprint on your sole heart and every night in your quiet moments you would reflect on what could have beens and spend minutes to contemplate if you should send an apology letter or even a simple "hi". In those years that's what all Loren did because the cowardice seized her soul. She never sent one but her notebook was filled with undying ink, each page became the testimony of Loren's devotion towards her muse, Pia. Every verse, every syllable, every metaphor were tied in a knot of confession and longing.

"Pia..." Loren spoke, her eyes were dropping tears but still managed to glue them directly to Pia.

Pia didn't respond nor even look at her, an immense silence filled the air. Their argument didn't diminish yet, both of them were hurt. They were pushing one another's remaining buttons.

"Why are you packing your things?

"Love, it's two in the morning. Come on let's sleep."

Pia feigned not to hear Loren's voice. She continued packing her things; in that very moment Loren just wanted to cumple herself in a corner and let her knees collapse onto the ground because deep in her soul she knew the reason why Pia wasn't answering her questions.

She sobbed, "Pia, we can still fix this naman 'diba?"

The taller woman glanced at her, "There's nothing to fix Loren. Let's divorce."

"Why?"

"Tangina Loren, niloko mo ako e." Pia uttered resonating the pain she was masking. She was holding back her tears, trying hard not to break down but it did betrayed her. Her tears flowed down but she was quick to wipe it.

Loren froze; tounge was lost, unable to move her lips to speak words.

"The ring is there on your bedside table."  Pia's eyes were speaking languages that Loren used to master, there was disappointment, there was rage but Loren couldn't seek her other emotions.

Pia walked out of the room with a suit case leaving Loren alone with a broken heart and blood shot eyes, still trying to piece what happened between them like a river seeking an ocean.

There was Loren laying down on her bed with a hand on her forehead and  muffled groans, reminiscing the past. She had loved her so deeply, deep in her core, and deep in her bones and now and then she still couldn't fathom why they were descended into a weary star falling down to earth like a fallen Archangel.
 

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Pia Cayetano

It was Saturday, that means they are ought to leave the senate and have a rest but Pia went to her go-to-gym. She was wearing a sports bra and a spandex short. Her contoured body was displayed and she was proud of it, all her hard works were paying off. With a gym bag and apink yoga mat on her hand, she went inside the gymnasium. The place was empty which was an odd one because usually that gym would have several people in it. Maybe they are busy?

She placed her mat onto the ground and played a song with a full blast. Ako lang naman ang nandito, why not.

John met me down on the boulevard
Cried on his shoulder 'cause life is hard
The waves came in over my head
What you been up to, my baby?
Haven't seen you 'round here lately
All of the guys tell me lies, but you don't
You just crack another beer
And pretend that you're still here
This is how to disappear
This is how to disappear

Pia positioned herself on the mat; her face facing down on a flat surface, arms straight by her sides, and her toes supporting her body weight. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes, and after that she proceed to begin with controlled breathing, her movements deliberate and fluid. As she transition into different poses and exercises, her muscles engage with grace.

Joe met me down at the training yard
Cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard
I know he's in over his head
But I love that man like nobody can
He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again
I watched the guys getting high as they fight
For the things that they hold dear
To forget the things they fear
This is how to disappear
This is how to disappear

Forty five minutes had passed and she was done doing her thing. That song "how to disappear" had been playing for eternity but she didn't mind, that was her favorite song at all. She went to the bathroom to change but she forgot her towel so she came back where she was earlier,

"Hello!" She was greeted by Risa who was entering the main entrance, her face was radiating with a smile. There was a shorter woman behind her, following her steps.

"Shit." Pia cussed under her breath when she saw a highlighted hair. She remained in her posture and masked the unseen beneath, but despite that coolness wall she was portraying there was her heart beating in a fast intensity.

"What are you doing here?" She asked; Risa stood infront of her and beside her was Loren. Both were wearing a crop top and a gym shorts.

"You're going to be our teacher."

"But we—"

"Shut your buts. Anyway, I know pilates I was just joking the other day, si Loren ang tuturuan mo."

Pia looked at the one Risa's pertaining to, their eyes met and were speaking languages they once only knew about. Loren nod and Pia shrugged it off.

"Okay."

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