Beneath Those Glasses

Malia Eyzi's Confession

Malia Eyzi's POV

(Short Chapter dedicated to Miss Lia)

Dear Diary,

Aly left the country today and have decided to live in New York to start anew. The thing between my friend and Khiane Courtney have ended in a not so good way, and it dawned me. Am I supposed to feel sad? Am I supposed to feel happy? What? Is this an opportunity given to me? Can I finally have her now?

I've thought things like that... but never did I felt anything. All I could feel now is numbness. Am I completely numb? Or am I just used to the pain?

I am hurting... not for me, but for them. Nag-mahalan lang naman silang dalawa... paanong nagkataong nasira ang magandang samahan nila?

I witnessed how love grew within the two of them. Walang duda... mahal na mahal nila ang isa't isa. Sino ako para tumutol doon? Ang kasiyahan ng kaibigan ay kasiyahan ko rin. I don't have the heart to deprive Aly the happiness and love that she deserves.

In my part, it was okay that the woman I've been praying for wasn't given to me, but seeing Aly cry a lot because of her broken relationship with that woman? That pricked my heart.

Mas gugustuhin kong ako na lang ang masaktan at hindi mapili kaysa silang dalawa ang nagkakasakitan.

Is it possible for them to transper the pain to me? I would gladly accept it if possible.

I hope for the both of them to heal.

Love, Malia.

"Lia?" I closed my notebook as I heard Mia's name from the outside of my room. Her family have decided to visit, but I never expect her to visit this early. "Are you inside?"

"Lei?! Why are you so early?!" I asked loudly. "It's seven in the morning, Mialei!"

"Sorry," I heard her giggle. "Can I come in?"

"Okay!" I shouted and hid my notebook. I fixed myself in front of my mirror and planted a smile on my lips. "Hi!"

"Hello...?" She said, not sure. "Breakfast is ready. Bakit hindi ka pa bumababa? Kanina ka pa tinatawag ni Mama, ah?"

"Really?" I said, shocked. Was I too occupied in writing on my diary that I didn't hear my Mom calling me? "I didn't notice, sorry..."

"It's fine," she smiled. "Let's go?" Inalok ni Mia ang kaniyang kamay sa akin na siyang tinanggap ko naman. Magkahawak kamay kaming bumaba patungo sa dining at doon ko naman nakita si Mommy na hinahanda na ang mga pagkain.

"What took you so long, twins?" Mama asked, motioning us to sit.

"I'm sorry, Mama, I was busy doing something." I said, half-truth. I didn't want to tell them that I was writing a letter on my diary. Like, really? In this age? That's ridiculous.

I'm ridiculous.

While eating, Mia left the table after hearing her child cry. I looked at her as she ran towards the baby. I can't help but to feel amazed because to be honest, when we were teenagers, we used to predict who's going to get married first, who's going to have a kid first, and then she always say that it's me to have a boyfriend and get married first, but look at her, embracing motherhood in the nicest and gentlest way possible.

Mia's the elder one between us two. Way back then, she used to bake for me, cook me dinner when Mom's not home, and prepare my school uniform every time I go shower first. That's why I look up to her. I idolize her a lot. She was my idol growing up.