Warning: R-18, some parts of the story contains matured contents that are not suitable for young readers. Read at your own risk.
Bjorn Wryner Vlasmo
It’s been 10 days since the incident.
I can still remember what happened vividly; After what happened to Cleo, Ramos came with the back-up.
It was a complete chaos. Ang daming nasugatan, it was raining bullets that you can’t even see. I don’t want to go back with those memories.
I still can’t get over on what happened.
Cleome’s body was laying within my arms as her ruthless father shot her. She looks so peaceful as she finally closes her eyes with the tears flowing down to her cheeks, I watched it pooled down slowly. I didn’t even get to notice mine – consecutively building under my eyes; clenching my jaw to avert myself from gasping.
She looks so peaceful – and it sounds bad but I don’t want that peacefulness over her face from that moment.
“No, no, no baby, please,” I pleaded to her.
What have I done? I should’ve held her hand tighter. It wouldn’t have happened, if only – I didn’t let her go.
There she was, my future wife.
I watched get shot right in front of me and I fucking did nothing.
It’s funny; our love hasn’t even started yet. I haven’t got to show her what I am willing to do and to give for her.
It hasn’t started yet, it ended.
The immersive pain cannot even be described in words. It feels like I am already dead but my body don’t allow it. I can’t help but to think…
These things wouldn’t happen if I didn’t start it.
“Hey,” a tap on my shoulder woke me up. It’s Blake.
“You’re clenching your jaw again, and hell, umiiyak ka nanaman,” he added.
“Ayos ka lang ba talaga?” he asked additionally and I nodded. I wiped off the tears I had on my cheeks and noticed his stare, not accepting my answer.
I sighed and gave him assurance, “Yep.”
Same dream, again, for 10 continuous days. It is really haunting me. This guilt trips me every single time.
“General Cinense na naman ba?” he questioned once more, and I didn’t say anything in return.
I stood up and grabbed the jacket from the chair I sat on. I brushed my hair using my fingers starting from the front to the back, and wore the jacket. Blake checked me out as if he’s a father – checking his son’s appearance for some school event. He took a deep breath and smiled at me.
He tapped both of my shoulders, “You ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I faintly smiled.
Never more nervous than before.
Cleome Farwina Cinense
“Cinense!”
“Cleo!”
Those were the last words I heard before I fully closed my eyes because of a bullet that hit me.
The next thing I knew was laying in this hospital bed. It’s been 10 days since I was in the hospital, kalalabas ko lang ng ICU tatlong araw na ang nakalilipas iyon ang sabi ng doktor.
In those three days, news arrived to me. News that I wouldn’t have thought would happen.
=FLASHBACK=
